Eleanor had once thought her height was one of her best features, giving her a presence she thought was almost commanding, but after learning the nigh... before that her husband liked them short, she had lost at least three inches of height, if not more.Even her skin was different. Eleanor had always tanned easily, and her skin held a significant amount of color on its own, but now, thanks to the snow-white nymph from the night before she had become noticeably paler. Still, she couldn't help but. "Of... coursh..." Orina muttered."Y-y... oh my... head..." Viora said.As the blood elf watched, the two night elves seemed to shiver and losefocus, and suddenly they both slumped down against the covers of thebed, unconscious. The blood elf let out a triumphant laugh and jumpedover Viora's still form."Oh my dear little Ulm and Grecka, how easy you are to catch when youlet down your guard," the blood elf man said, gently stroking his erectshaft as he watched the unmoving forms of the sleeping. ”“Well, he carries that crossbow everywhere he goes. That stripie pelt he was carrying? You noticed it?”“Yes,. He said he was carrying it home as the tribe liked these pelts.”“He most likely killed the stripie and skinned the pelt himself. I suspect his headache is associated with that fight. I would have thought there was more than one stripie; I must ask about that.”“Then the hunting prowess is also true. My goodness!”“Shaman Mogon, what did you propose to do, after you had found the Shaman. This shame led me to cry like a girl.After crying for a few minutes, I looked for something to wear. A small part of me still wanted to wear masculine clothing, but the part of me in control wanted to look as pretty as possible, which meant wearing the most feminine apparel. I looked in my closet for an appropriate outfit. There was only male clothing. That's when my mind started obsessing over the female super suit. It was the only feminine outfit in my home. Despite the promise to myself.