Anne blinked, as she adjusted her outfit, ready to head out onto the floor. She wore a backless dress which had a see-through material revealing her flat stomach and belly button. The dress was left backless so that her three fox tails could move freely. Running the comb through her hair one more time, she grabbed a notepad and pen, and exited the backroom. The muffled music of their house bard: a young elven girl barely beyond the age of maturity came to full volume as she entered the room.
She watched the elven girl for a few moments, as she danced along with the playing of her lute. Her name was Elisandre, though she insisted that everyone call her Eli. She had been blessed with generous assets, and the voice of an angel. Elves usually aged to physical maturity at a similar rate to humans, though their mental maturity took longer to manifest. This was fine in an Elven village where their own kind would understand their innocence and not take advantage, but Eli had been abandoned as a very young girl in this non-Elven city.
While Morgan would not put her to work in the same capacity as Anne, due to Eli’s mental age, her talent for singing had earned her coin, and room and board. However, Morgan was aware that people would try to take advantage of Eli, so he asked Anne to keep an eye on her.
The shoes Morgan had insisted she wear tapped on the floor, as she surveyed the room, before approaching one of the occupied tables.
“What’ll it be tonight?”
Around the table are…