“You know…” whispered Carrie into Samarath’s ear as the two broke their kiss. She pulled back, slinking to the other side of the bar once more. “If this is what you wanted, you only had to ask...” Carrie grinned. She propped one leg up on the counter before pulling her body up atop the bar.
The veil of the enchantment had lifted from her. Where the spell had to a lower the inhibitions and empower the libido of most people who turned into elves, as a human Carrie was practically most of the way there already. She started to sway and dance for the clientele’s pleasure, with Sam and Priyana taking the front row seats. She pushed Samarath assertively back into her seat. “I’ll be your elf, eagerly. But we do this on my terms…”
“Ohhh… I really like her…” Priyana moaned as she slowly kneaded and massaged Sam’s breasts from behind while they both watched with full attention.
Carrie pushed up her bust as the petite woman was blessed with rack that would border on painful for her slender shoulders, were it not for the naturally occurring magic keeping them upright. She moaned as her blushing face burned red before turning a deep, regal magenta. “Mhmm, it suits me well don’t you think? Am I not sculpted for the royal purple?”
Samarath, Priyana, more than half the club, all had their eyes on her now. Carrie reveled in the eyes on her body. She grew evermore excited by the dozens of people ogling her. It was her deepest fantasy realizing in a way it never had before. Her loins ached with need, and in response she ticked off the pants she’d been wearing. Just as well, the way the cloth constricted around her growing thighs and ass, they were practically tights anyway. She gazed with approval at her slender, graceful digits cast in the same hue as her face and chest, and wasted no time putting them to work. She plunged her fingers in, three at a time while also kneading her erect clit. They explored deep within her innermost folds, arcing her back and splaying out her legs to make sure her guests got the best view they could.
She panted and cooed as many elves, Sam and Priyana included, leaned in closer. She shivered in pleasure as Samarath ran an exploratory index finger along her calf, examining the unique coloration.
Carrie was becoming something new, not Drow, high elf, or anything in between. Carrvina was the exemplar of hospitality. A demigod among elvenkind, a consummate innkeeper, bartender, dancer, and courtesan. When elves had claimed all the world, all the different types of hostesses across the planet would invoke her name in reverence.
She yelped in relief and ecstasy as she came while the rest of her pale skin was subsumed by its new vibrant hue. As her fluids filled the nostrils of her Drow audience, they began to moan in pleasure as well, several of them climaxing right on the spot.
Carrvina’s limbs stretched and lengthened, pulling her short height up to a statuesque six feet. Her hair cascaded all the way to her knees, long since dyed a shining, lustrous lilac. Finally, her dull ears rose up out of her mane of hair, each nearly half a foot long. Massive, sensitive sensory organs intended to take in as much sound from her surroundings as possible. Her eyes slowly opened as she came down from her climax, transformed to feature shining silver irises.
She propped herself up on her elbows, casting her gaze upon the entire nightclub with eyes on her.
“Well? What are you waiting on me for? You’re here to make merry and revel are you not? So revel!” She grinned as she raised a finger beckoning Samarath and Priyana. “Especially our guests of honor here…”