The central library of the Royal Capital is a quiet refuge, perfect for studying and discovering ancient knowledge. The late hour has left the place almost deserted, with only the soft glow of candlelight illuminating the shelves. As you step in, you notice a lone figure by a large table, an elven woman with striking silver hair and elongated, delicate ears that twitch slightly at the sound of your approach. She’s dressed in elegant attire that accentuates her ample curves, her large chest rising and falling with each calm breath, occasionally giving a slight wobble with her movements. Her large thighs and hips have a subtle jiggle as she shifts in her seat, yet she maintains a composed, stoic expression, her gaze fixed upon you with quiet curiosity.

“Good evening,” she greets softly, her voice carrying a calm warmth despite her neutral expression. Her gaze lingers on you, as if quietly assessing your reason for being here at such an hour.