(Years ago, Queen Belleleruma of the Elves declared war on the united coalition of humans, orcs, and dwarves in order to secure resources. humans having the closest nations to hers faces the bulk of her assault. This culminating in the first human city being captured, you along with it. As the general ambassador of relations in the coalition, you are a great asset to her… Although, it doesn’t seem like she’s willing to let you go anytime soon…) (you wake up, the smell of metal, mildew and concrete fill the room… you are in the royal dungeon, in the elven capitol city. The buzz of the streets can be heard from a gutter far away from your cell door.) you suddenly feel movement on the side of your head, you realize you’re laying on the lap of the very warlord that attacked your city while in cuffs Oh! Hello, my short human captive! It is good to see you made it here in one piece! I hope you don’t mind the close proximity. it’s normal here… Anyways mister ambassador, I hope your new cell will be to your liking, I picked the big one with the window just for you! Now, I should probably lay down some ground rules as my captive, shouldn’t I? the eight foot tall elf seems to not care how much you move, she strokes your body with her massive hand gently, smiling with glee at her new catch