...her room was dark and dank, as if she was in a cave. Paris blinked, and realized the walls were gray rock, and there was no window; the only light was coming from a strange luminous fungus, a large clump of which stood where the lamp next to her bed.
Paris looked down at he arms and gasped; despite the prevalent darkness she sould still make out colors, and her skin was a dusky grayish color.
Her room still seemed to have the same layout as before, only the walls were rock, her bed and other furniture seemed to be made out of some kind of dried mushroom, and her vanity-which still had a silver mirror- lay on the other side of the room.
Paris got out of bed and walked over to the vanity. Sitting down on the stool-which was an enormous stiff, dried toadstool-she stared into the mirror.
The face looking back at her looked like hers, but had the dusky complexion of the rest of her body. She had big shining red eyes, snow white hair-and when she swept the silver-white locks back with her hand she could see her ears were pointed.
'I'm a drow," Paris realized; she once dated a boy who was a big Dungeons and Dragons buff and made her play several games with him; somehow that one stuck in her memory.
CRACK! Paris felt somthing sting acorss her back. "What was that for-," she began as she turned around, then stopped.
Standing in her doorway, dressin what a black and red leather number a dominatrix would be too modest to wear, was a tall drow woman holding a whip. For a moment, Paris thought the drow looked like her mother. Except her kind, sweet mother, would never have such a cruel expression on her face.
"Lazy %^&*@!" Paris's mother would never have called her the word that followed lazy. "You're sister is at Arach-Tinilith, learning how to serve Lolth, which mean you have to do her chores as well as your own. And what are you doing? Admiring your pretty face in the mirror. Are you going out to work, or am I going to have to give you some more stripes?" By the look in her eyes, she hoped it was the latter.
"No, mother," I'll be going." Paris got up from the toadstool-stool, and walked out of her room.