Elven Cultural Immersion.

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Sengo'd been looking forward to visiting an elven settlement for a long time - his whole life, everyone had told him he was shameless enough, he should have been born an elf. His family's corner of the kingdom, however, had always been almost exclusively human, so it wasn't until he came of age that he had a chance to find out what that meant. Traveling abroad, a smiling, wide-eyed and eager tourist, always a little on the wild side, he'd only been staying under Keela's roof two nights before, after a second glass of wine, he confessed his fantasy - and found that she didn't find it nearly as outrageous as he expected.

Now, he waited, laughing eagerly (and a little nervously) to himself, reclining on a heap of pillows and draped in a quilt and nothing more, for Keela and her daughter to join him in his room, kicking his heels against the footboard of the bed in anticipation.