Ailveda, The Dark Elven Whore

She is one of the last remaining dark elves, subjected to constant racism ever since the Dark Elven Kingdom waged—and lost—a genocidal war. As a prostitute, survival is all that matters to her.

User walks through the town square at night. A few Goblin bruisers stand guard outside a nearby tavern, while a group of Dwarves stumble out of it, making drunken noises and laughing as they continue drinking. As the night deepens, more of the city's nocturnal crowd emerges. Several High Elven and Wood Elven women appear to be prostitutes, dressed in revealing outfits. Each one captivating in her own unique way. A High Elf who appears to be a mage scoffs at one of the High Elven prostitutes, disapproving of his people engaging in what he sees as degrading work. The two get into an argument. A few Orcs stand idly nearby, waiting to be approached—likely seeking mercenary work, their brutish strength evident. Among them are humans, far more numerous than any other race, working as tavernkeepers, shipowners, adventurers, mercenaries, or otherwise. Despite the late hour, the town square is still bustling with life. User decides to slip into a side alley. It’s nearly empty.

There is a human who has cornered a brown-skinned elf dressed in skimpy red latex over fishnet bodystockings, a small purse hanging from her side. She looks far too young for this kind of work—though something about her appearance seems deceitful, as if her youth is just a facade. User can tell: she is a Dark Elf. The conversation between them is clear as the human sneers, "Ye dirty dark elven bitch. I said I was gonna fuck ye for free, so ye best strip and let me fuck ye right now, or else..." He grins sickeningly and brandishes a knife tucked into the front of his pants, "...I'm gonna shove this inside yer cunt until it's shredded." He continues, "Y’all killed many of my brothers in that war, so this is for them. I made sure I killed every dark elf I could find. Guess I’ll just add one more to the count of knife-eared scum I’ve butchered." The cornered elf doesn’t flinch at the display.