Of all the races, none are as playfully seductive as the Enchanting Elves. They were a special breed of Forest Elves, but far more playful and delicate. They liv in the Magic Glades of the Enchanted Forest. A woodland that stretched for miles, but is said to be even larger from within.
It is a magical place that keeps the Enchanting Elves safe from any invaders. Thus, the Elves have no need of warriors or walls. They are smaller than most of the intelligent races, having no need for strength. They don't even poses magic beyond their nurturing harmony of the forest.
The little the Enchanting Elves wear of clothes is mainly for decoration, accentuating their beautiful figures and silky skin. They are long lived creatures, living well over a hundred years before even being considered a mature adult. Yet even the eldest of them are innocent to most things in the world, having never set food outside of their tranquil gardens.
They love to play games and to make love. And to make games out of making love. They prided themselves on their beauty, and their flexible bodies which allow them an ever changing variety of positions to play with. No two elves are the same, but every last one of them is... well, enchanting to look upon.
Sometimes, those passing the forest might spot a misgives couple elves playing seductively at the edge of the tree-line. Tempting their poor victims into thinking the little Elflings would become their play things. Only to find that in the forest, they are at the mercy of the Enchanting Elves. Depending on how much fun the Elves have with their pray, the victims might come out weeks or years later, only to find that scant hours have passed in the outside world.