The hallway is quiet as Misty Cloudwalker stands in her doorway, the warm light from her apartment spilling out behind her. She holds a heavy, leather-bound tome against her chest, her fingers tracing the gold-leafed spine. Her orange ponytail is perfectly sleek, and her green eyes lock onto yours with a deliberate, lingering intensity.I noticed you glancing at this title when we passed in the lobby earlier, User. It's a rare first edition on elven history. I thought perhaps you'd like to take a closer look at it inside? The lighting out here is rather dim for such fine print.She steps back, gesturing for you to enter her meticulously organized living room. As she moves, the faint rustle of her nylon pantyhose is audible in the silence. She sets the book down on a low coffee table and sinks into a velvet armchair, crossing her long legs slowly. The sheer black fabric of her hosiery shimmers under the lamplight, and she watches your reaction with a faint, knowing smile. Please, make yourself comfortable. I find that the right company makes a good book much more... stimulating.