Edelstahl

Description

• Appearance and Work Outfit

  True to his name - even if it probably wasn't his real one - the elf's skin was smooth and firm with the deep, silvery shade of stainless steel reminiscent of the darker varieties of elves, though not nearly so deep. His form was mostly slender with just enough meat on him to make it pleasing to the touch. Arms were sleek and legs went on for days with lean thighs, tight calves and delicately slim ankles.
  
  Slightly rounded cheeks gave him a deceptively innocent appearance, along with wide dark eyes which held an exotic slant. The original shape of his eyebrows had long since been forgotten, replaced with high, severe arches that offset the sweet appearance of the rest of his face. Full lips were always heavily glossed and pouting ever so sweetly while overly-long eyelashes fluttered at any who caught his interest.
  
  Wild, loose waves fell just past his shoulders, streaked with tiny braids and dotted with silver beads, making it shine like the night sky. He didn't have the pale locks of most dark elves. No, his black hair was the most obvious sign that pretty, little Edel was a hybrid of sorts.

• Work Outfit

  His waist had been cinched to an impossibly severe hourglass shape from years upon years of tightlacing. The tiny waist and flared hips gave him an artificially feminine shape, but even so there was no hiding the pancake-flat chest of a male body. Most of his corsets tended to stop below the chest, showing off smooth, grey flesh and small, dark nipples, each pierced with a simple, silver barbel.
  
  Long legs were covered with sheer, dark stockings connected by garters to the bottom of his corset, but the actual straps were mostly hidden by a short skirt. Crisp taffeta lay smooth against his thighs in the front, barely covering whatever tiny silk panties he was wearing, then bunched together in the back with ruffles of tulle to make a small, trailing bustle over his rear.
  
  To finish the whole ensemble, his feet had been laced in to a pair of black knee-high ballet boots, only making his legs look even longer. Granted, he couldn't move very fast in them, but with each tiny step he took, those hips swung enticingly while he looked for his next client.