The Keep

Sunia was a slim high elf, a magi by trade. As she aged, however, she became more interested in spying, particularly in infiltration of secret organizations. Though she was neither rich nor poor, she did have a penchant for slumming it and getting to know the underbelly of society.

With dark black hair, cropped short and constantly messy, large green eyes and naturally pink lips, she was pretty enough to fit in with normal society, but not gorgeous enough to seem out of place in dark corners. Her body is petite, and she only stands at 5’2”, though her breasts and backside were still shapely and firm. Her clothing typically hugged her curves, though didn’t reveal much flesh, preferring to leave others working for her affections.

After studying for a couple of years with the magi, she was told she was no longer welcome after her studies fell in quality, her mind distracted with darker thoughts. Seeking other means to display her talents, she looked into working with the police and guards. After a few trials she was denied with no reason given.

Drowning her thoughts in bottle after bottle of hard liquor, Sunia sat in a dark corner of a dark bar, oblivious to all else until a tall high elf approached her. She was clad completely in black, tight leather that did nothing to hide her curvaceous body, squeezing at her ample breasts and showing off the soft curves of her stomach and hips. Cut low in front and showing off her cleavage, it otherwise covered her completely, black gloves only showing her black painted finger tips.

In contrast to her attire, her skin was a soft pink, freckled on her cheeks. A button nose with wide eyes that were framed with blond bangs, the rest of her hair in twin pony tails at the side.

In a voice that suited her sweet face rather than her sexy body, she leaned over to Sunia and whispered between girlish giggles. “Sunia, love, I need you to find me. You know the inn. Room 406. When you can,” she giggled again, winking and running her hand down Sunia’s arm, she flicked her fingers, disappearing in a cloud of smoke.

Startled, Sunia looked around the club and when she failed to find the woman, she quickly took off towards the infamous inn.

Weaving her way through the lower forms of scum in Silvermoon, she finally reached The Copper Stop, named for the hotel having the lowest prices for both rooms and exotic women to fill them. She quickly made her way up the flight of steps, smoothing out the lines in her black robe, and running her hand through her hair, trying to straighten it. She knocked loudly on the door, looking cautiously through the corridor, when the door swung open, a male elf’s hand wrapping entirely around her tiny upper arm and yanking her into the room. He slammed the door behind her, causing her to yelp in surprise, glaring up at his face, which was scarred across the left cheek.

Pulling her eyes from him, she scanned the room, quickly spotting the buxom woman lounging on the couch, smoking an acrid smelling substance. Her hand rested on her stomach as she lazily turned to look at Sunia, nodding to the man to let go of her arm, which he obediently did.

Yanking her arm from him, Sunia stalked over to the woman, her hands on her hips. “What’s the meaning of this!” she shouted, her hard eyes boring into the woman.

“Chill, babe. Take a seat. I’m offering you a job. We’re the police no one knows ‘bout. Do the dirty work that needs done. Killin’, stealin’, fightin’ the enemy by sleepin’ with it.” With her final words, she winked at the man who still stood obediently by the door, unmoving, his eyes glazed. “The magics of poisons…” the woman winked at Sunia, giggling again, “interested?”