Master's Journey: Stranger in the Stacks #3

Author's Note: Answer last time was Pistol! On we go!

[story] [futa] [nudity]

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‭“Any way I can get my hands on the pistol, luv?” you shoot Hom a side-eye, The piece on the table may not be the spiffiest -- only one shot, you assume -- but the threat alone of having a gun is enough to allow for some great leverage. It’s not like you can’t find more rounds later, after all.

“Hah, how did I know you’d pick the peashooter,” the dwarf stifles a chuckle, keeping his voice low enough that Masata can’t hear him. “Sure thing, no-val. I’ll see to it you ‘find’ it with your exit clothes.”

“Thanks-- wait, exit clothes?”

“Alright, time to get you properly processed,” comes Masata’s voice from behind you, the human woman ushering you towards the door at the room’s back end. “Most of the paperwork’s rudimentary without any actual identification, but I’ve got to make things as official as possible. Shove along, low.”

You hear Hom continue to chuckle behind you as you’re led through the door and into another hallway, this one only slightly more forgiving than the one outside your cell. You’re led, still cuffed, through another door to the left, into a mid-sized room with a tile floor, a few wooden benches, and a metal receptacle built into the south wall. At the far end is a metal gate leading to another tile room, this one appearing to be a processing shower. Not long, you assume, until you end up there. “Bloody maze, this place is,” you mumble under your breath, earning yourself a quick, cold glare from Masata.

“That’s enough out of you,” she hisses, then hesitates. “Now strip.”

“Not gonna buy me a round, first?” you half-smirk, though the joke is mostly a means of delaying the inevitable.

“Now, no-val. It’s not too late for me to realize letting you out is more effort than it’s worth.”

“Right, got it,” you sigh, then shrug. Not like you have much to remove -- loose shirt and pants, made of little better than sack cloth, no shoes, not even any underwear. You doff the shirt first, revealing something of a waifish frame: modest hips flare out from a slim waist, a flat stomach leading up to small, pert breasts. The pants follow, revealing long, slender legs, a hint of a bubble-butt, and your small, limp, uncut girldick. You’re a low elf, you’ve been to some weird parties, this isn’t the first time you’ve been naked in public; but the way Masata eyes your nude form is still a little discomforting. Arching a thin brow, she begins to jot down quick notes on a clipboard.

“Inmate is a low elf, around fifteen hands high, petite, sports communal tattoos...” she murmurs, then looks up at you, her eyes lingering on your inert penis. “I guess lows don’t have much going on down-the-well, hm? Or is that just a ‘you’ thing?”

“Hard to say. Haven’t conducted any surveys, have I? Maybe if I ever end up back in town, I’ll get some hard numbers to bring back to you.” You shoot her a thin smile, one not returned.

Masata sighs, returning to her clipboard, continuing to eye you. “Characteristic pointed ears, pallid complexion, and heterochromia....”

1) Hair -- Choose one or two hair colors, and an approximate length. Low elves’ hair ranges all across the rainbow, tending towards vivid, unnatural colors. Black and white rarely appear alone, but occasionally as bases for a second, brighter color. For low elves, being born with brown hair is about as uncommon as a human being born with purple.

2) Eyes -- Choose a color for each eye! These can be slight shade differences or entirely different colors, but it is extremely rare for both of a low elf’s eyes to match.

3) Piercings -- If you have any piercings, they’ll be given back to you. Choose which parts of your body are pierced, if any.

4) Scars/Markings -- Feel free to come up with a few of these, if you like!

5) Other -- Let me know any other distinguishing traits you have in mind!