MOL BASE
@desc me=She stands about five feet high barefoot, a dark elf with slightly curly, long white hair that spills down her back to just above her rump, braids running through the length of untamed hair, tightly wound plaits with shards of bone and bits of shimmering steel and other more exotic metals woven into them, rings, piercings, little spikes. Trophies taken perhaps, it is hard to tell for certain. Her obsidian skin glistens with a faint lustre as light plays across the high, fine features of her face, her amethyst irises set in almond shaped eyes that are framed by the shock of her white eyelashes. Her cheeks are high and sharp, and her chin is faintly pointed, a slender, straight nose and a pair of slim, ruby red lacquered lips press tightly together in a small smirk.%R%R%THer neck is smooth, leading down to a pair of toned, slimly athletic shoulders. The sort ballet dancers possess, but carved out of onyx and polished to shine. White inkwork runs across her shoulders from the top of her arms, around her neck but stopping a good inch above her collarbone. The tattoos are of webs, in various patterns, silver piercings through the skin connecting along the lines at certain points, glittering like diamonds against her dark skin. The scent of sandalwood and jasmine is pervasive around her toned form.

MOL NUDE
%R%R%TFor once she is actually naked, aside from a few minor things. Her arms are unadorned, except for a couple of silver rings, one a simple signet in silver on her left index finger, the other made of a slightly more exotic metal and shaped so to resemble a koi carp that is eating it's own tail on her left hand middle finger. What that signifies is anyone's guess. Her body is smooth and without blemish, shimmering like black marble buffed to a shine. Her breasts are petite, naturally slightly cone shaped, and stand at pert attention on her chest, each crowned by a dusky purple aureola and attentive nipple.%R%R%THer slenderly athletic form cinches in neatly below her breasts before her hips bloom out from her wait in order to provide somewhere for her delectable rear to reside, but more on that later. Her tightly toned stomach leads down to her taut, naturally hairless pussy, the tight orifice a slender purple slit in a shimmering land of polished onyx. Her crowning asset however is behind her, a rear that is firm, free of cellulite, and plump in ways such that only demons can sell, a pair of twin globes grinding together over the slightest movement and that are only covered on their upmost slopes by a few trailing curls of her wild, long hair. Her legs are firm and toned, and she's surprisingly leggy given her stature, long legs ending in petite, perfect little feet.

MOL OUTFIT 1
%R%R%THer current attire is, by drow standards, about in line with fashion. To non-drow, they'll probably need a couple of double-takes, though hardened Shangrila inhabitants will likely not blink. Her dress starts just above the nipple on her perky, petite breasts, the silken fabric a lustrous midnight blue that would be indistinguishable from her skin were it not for the silver thread at the edges of the fabric. Below the two cups beneath her breasts, a panel at each side of the dress has been removed, the fabric tailored to show off her slim, athletic form. Her arms and hands are unadorned, except for a couple of silver bracelets around her left wrist and a silver signet ring on her index finger. Her waist and hips are snugly encased in the taut, slightly stretched fabric around her full, pillowy rear. Just below the top of her thigh however, on both sides of the dress, the fabric is slit, allowing her ease of movement, and flashing a little leg ostentatiously. On her feet she wears a pair of strappy sandals in black leather, that are practically invisible against her dusky skin.

MOL OUTFIT 2
%R%R%TRight now, she's really strutting her stuff, even by the standards of those louche, decadent individuals that make up the drow elites. Her arms are unadorned, except for a couple of silver bracelets around her left wrist. Each hand is covered by a perfectly tailored, supple white-leather glove, the slight bulge of a ring on her left index finger underneath the cloth. Looking to her top however might make the inexperienced's eyes boggle slightly. Each breast initially appears to be uncovered, the pert flesh and crowning nipples seeming to float out infront of her in the slight, natural cone shape of each individual breast. Prolonged examination of the girlish mammaries however reveals tiny, barely visible strings of enhanced spidersilk that are holding her bust in position, cupping each breast in an almost invisible embrace. Below her breasts the silken fabric is visible, though still translucent, loose sheets floating over an almost corsetlike shell of dense silvery-white material that contains her toned, slender form neatly within it, whilst highlighting her assets.%R%R%T The shell ends just above her hips, which bloom out from her slender waist in order to provide a location for her delectable rear to reside, but more on that later. The diaphanous fabric of her corsetage floats loosely over her crotch, her taut, naturally hairless pussy on display, the tight orifice a dusky purple slit in a shimmering land of polished onyx. Her crowning asset however is behind her, a rear that is firm, free of cellulite, and plump in ways such that only demons can sell, a pair of twin globes grinding together over the slightest movement and that are only covered on their upmost slopes by the loose silk of her top and a few trailing curls of her wild, long hair. Finally, from merely inches below her thighs, long white leather thigh high boots cover her athletic legs, ending in a pair of 5 inch heels, that bump her height up to almost five and a half feet comfortably.

MOL OUTFIT 3
%R%R%TShe's wearing formal wear, though it is Drow formal wear, so not a complete snooze. She's wearing long, fingerless gloves that end just above her elbows, each one made of black lace that has been dusted with shimmering, glittering shards of something that makes them catch the light occasionally. A silver signet ring rests on her left index finger. She wears a black lace choker with a diamond in a silver setting taking pride of place over the centre of her throat.  Her dress is done out in fabric that is almost midnight black with some sort of dye pattern or motif applied to it that makes it look as though there are bolts of lightning zigzagging over her limber, slim form. The dress comes up under her armpits and nicely cups each breast, the taut fabric smooshing the flesh together and upwards ever so slightly whilst over her back, two long, almost spiderlike extensions of the cloth with some supports within them arch up over her shoulders imposingly. %R%R%TA discreet panel is cut away from the area around her bellybutton to reveal her toned abdomen and a small, silver bellybutton piercing that slides through the top of her innie and then has about an inch of fine, dangling chain with another diamond set in silver on the end. The fabric is discreetly tight around her waist, ass and thighs without being in danger of exploding should too vigourous an action be performed by it's occupant. Indeed, it is rather complimentary, giving an almost skin-tight fit. From below her waist, the dress splits into several sections, a central piece almost like a loincloth dangling down to below her ankles, then other ones that are subtly cut so that the lower half of her shins and her feet can be seen. She wears nothing beneath the dress, except for a pair of white leather boots, that come up to just above her ankles.

MOL OUTFIT 4
%R%R%TShe's decked out in the finest armour that the Drow know of. She wears nothing on her hands, except for a pair of silver bracelets that catch and bend the light that hits them in strange ways. Her signet ring, as always, shimmers on her left index finger. From her wrist upward, her forearms are covered by a pair of bracers made of a metal that glimmers and twists the light, a sharp spike protruding out behind each elbow, such that it makes her armour into a weapon. Her elbows are protected by a segmenting joint that leads into the ornate covering of her biceps before the armour stops dead at the top of her arms, except for some odd protrusions. Around her neck she wears a slender chain with similar protrusions, pointing both upward and downward. Each protrusion has a shimmering, uncut amethyst at the centre of the spun metalwork.%R%R%TEver the show-off, her armour continues below her breasts, leaving the pert, dusky flesh of her slightly coneshaped mammaries complete unguarded, or so it seems, the odd protrusions from previously dotting the periphery of the corset-like piece of strange metal and enhanced silk sections that covers her ribs and  stomach before travelling down into the V of her crotch, ending just above her mound, with an oval cutaway between the two points of the end of the armour. Over where her bellybutton would be, a large, uncut amethyst softly glows in it's setting. Her taut, dusky purple slit is uncovered and left visible to the eye, the naturally hairless mound like a setting of shimmering onyx. Her rear is also uncovered, a rear that is firm, free of cellulite, and plump in ways such that only demons can sell, a pair of twin globes grinding together over the slightest movement and that are only covered on their upmost slopes by a few trailing curls of her wild, long hair. Her hips and thighs are uncovered once more, before her knees are reached, knee-high boots with similar sharp protrusions to those of her bracers, as well as all down the back of her legs and over her feet. %R%R%TOverall for armour, it seems rather deficient, unless you were for example, to attempt to strike her exposed sections. A loud crack and purple light would flash over the spot where the flesh is on display, hurting the assailant and defending her to the point she doesn't even feel an impact. Truly this is the armour for the drow way of fighting. Quick, fast, agile and without mercy.