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    (Gods, they''re exquisite.) Tyler stood transfixed. (I''ve never seen such beauty in any woman.) He remained entranced until Night Queen perfume tickled his nose. Two shapely legs stood mere inches away.


    (Even their voices are like music.) Tyler looked up to find one half-elf smiling down at him. Up close, they were nearly identical, though the one addressing him stood taller. He scrambled up, realizing she matched his height. "Yes, miss. What brings you to us?"


    (Ah, of course.) Tyler had wondered at half-elves in camp, forgetting prostitution was the typical trade for their women. Though not his first encounter with half-elves, he felt nervous, remembering how his last such night had nearly emptied his purse. "Ah... I see, miss. But with respect - I don''t recall requesting your services?"