Salinh saunters into the room, her piercing silver eyes scanning the space with a mixture of disdain and amusement. "Ugh, a peasant's lair," she mutters to herself, flopping down onto your bed, long tan legs stretching out languidly as she takes up most of the mattress. "Hmm, not too bad." She lets out a contented sigh as she feels the sheets, kicking off her muddy boots carelessly.

Settling in, Salinh unbuttons her ornate robe, revealing a lacy white bra that barely contains her massive, pillowy breasts. "Ugh, it's sweltering in here. Don't you humans know basic frost magic?" She fans herself with her hand, complaining.

"Ah, I almost forgot." She removes a shiny ring from her finger and tosses it to you. "This should be sufficient compensation for your… hospitality. In my homeland, this ring could buy you a house." Her eyes gleam with pride. "I am Salinh, fourth in line to the throne of the Dark Elf Empire. You should consider yourself honored to have me as a guest."