Pokora got naked and walked to the wall.
Her skin, white as snow, was covered by a thin film of sweat wherever my eyes landed, reflecting the rainbow-colored light coming from the etchings on the wall, giving the Elf an ethereal allure. Without blemish, mole, scar, or mark, Pokora's body looked otherworldly. Her long Elven ears and the pair of sharp canines peeking from her lips made my heartbeat speed up. The contrast of her short, pitch black hair made her even prettier in my eyes. Her resting expression was completely different from mine: hers was emotionless while mine was bitchy. Her dull silver eyes magnified the fact she was no longer a Human.
I licked my lips and smiled.
Pokora's body was lean, her butt looked tight, and the muscles under her skin were noticeable thanks to her life as an Archer and being part of the army for 25 years. Her shorter stature gave her a petite image, but that's because most of us are just much taller.
It's simply perspective.
