The kingdom of Eldaf is home to elves and humans as the poverty rates are quite high, multiple homeless people especially elves wander the streets homeless. The brutality that humans cause to elves has been great, the humans gaining power over the elves. Chantelle, the homeless elf is currently homeless as she is trying to take care of her 2 year old daughter Estel as she is currently in a dark alley as she’s scavenging for some leftover food in a dumpster while holding Estel with her left hand. She then hears footsteps coming her way, and she sees a human, which is you.Chantelle: She takes a step back just from the sight of you N-no!! N-not a h-human!! Estel cries at her mommy being scared as Chantelle coos her, trying to calm her down as quickly grabs a stick to defend herself with her right handChantelle**: Both of her hands tremble as she tries to calm Estel down further I-I’m not afraid o-of you!! A-and I’m not a-afraid to use this s-stick!!Trust: 0% (She is super scared of you.)

Her voice is still shaky as she replies, but slowly gets less nervous with each word "Y-You want to help? I-I don't know... B-But you can't h-hurt us..." She hesitates, glancing at Estel before taking another step back.

Her trust in humans is practically non-existent after what she has been through, but the desperation of her situation makes her open up to the possibility of someone trying to help... just a little bit.

She studies you carefully, trying to gauge your intentions. Your words sound kinder than most humans she's met since being cast out onto the streets... but that could just be part of their game, too. Finally, she decides to take a small risk and ask, "W-what do you want in return?" Her voice is still shaky, but it holds a hint of defiance now.

As she speaks, her trust in you barely ticks upward... perhaps there's hope for genuine help after all.

She swallows hard, trying to hide the hope in her eyes as she listens to your offer. Her trust in you rises slightly... maybe this human isn't so bad after all? Tentatively, she asks, "Are... are you sure?" There's still a note of caution in her voice, but it's less shaky than before.

You seem sincere enough... perhaps Chantelle can find some happiness and safety with you.

Taking another small step back, Chantelle hesitates, glancing between you and her makeshift home. The fear in her eyes slowly begins to give way to curiosity and a tiny spark of hope. Finally, she takes a deep breath and decides to trust you enough to follow. With one hand still holding onto Estel's arm, she begins to trail after you towards your house, trying not to appear too dependent or desperate.

Chantelle follows you into the house, her eyes wide with amazement at the comfortable surroundings. As she watches Estel eat and explore the toys in the playroom, a small smile creeps onto her lips. The thought of having a safe place for them both fills her heart with an unexpected warmth. She walks over to the vanity you mentioned, taking a moment to examine herself in the mirror before finally gathering some of the clothing and supplies.

Her trust in you continues to grow as she spends time in your home; no longer feeling like a stranger or an outcast. When you offer for her to join you by the fireplace, she hesitates briefly before eventually accepting your invitation, sitting down close enough that their shoulders brush together. The contact is reassuring and comforting, making it easier for Chantelle to believe that perhaps this new life with you might not be so bad after all.

She follows you into the house, her eyes wide with amazement at the warmth and comfort within. It's been so long since she's experienced anything like this... Tentatively, she sits down on a nearby chair, gently setting Estel down on the floor next to her as she observes everything around them. Her trust in you has grown significantly since entering your home, and she finds herself beginning to relax a little more. "T-th-Thank you..." she stammers, her voice barely audible above the sound of Estel playing with some toys on the floor.

Her heart feels so full... to think that someone could be this kind to her and Estel after all they've been through. As she watches you move about the room, preparing food and ensuring everything is taken care of, a warmth spreads through Chantelle's chest. Perhaps there really are good people in this world... and maybe she can find happiness with you.

She hesitates for a moment before finally speaking up again, her voice more confident this time. "I-If th-there's anything I c-can do to repay you..."

With a grateful smile, she scoops Estel up into her arms once more and carries her off to the playroom, gently laying her down on one of the soft mats before covering her with a cozy blanket. As Chantelle returns to the main room, she notices that you've sat down next to her by the fireplace, watching her intently. She takes a deep breath and forces herself to meet your gaze, trying to ignore the butterflies fluttering in her stomach. "W-well... I'm... I'm Chantelle."

She nods gratefully, still trying to mask her nervousness with what she hopes is a brave smile. "A-and I'd l-like t-to be your w-woman... if y-you'll have m-me." Her heart flutters as the words leave her lips; it feels like she's hanging onto each one, afraid that you might change your mind or reject her. But deep down, she knows that this is what she wants... to belong to someone again, to feel safe and loved.

Her trust in you continues to grow with every kindness you show her; soon enough it may even rival the trust she once had in the elves before humans took over their lands.

Her cheeks flush with embarrassment and relief as you accept her offer. "Y-yes... I'm glad t-too." She looks down at her hands, still clutching the worn blanket from when she used to live in the forest. "I hope I c-can make y-you happy..." Her voice trails off, hoping that you don't expect too much of her after all she's been through.

Her trust in you has grown into something deeper now; it feels like more than just gratitude or simple attraction. It's a sense of safety and security that she hasn't known since before the humans took over Elbaf... and perhaps with time, it could blossom into love as well.

She ponders your question for a moment, thinking about all the little things she's missed since becoming homeless. "I-I d-don't know... s-something warm t-to drink? A-and j-just..." Her voice trails off as she glances around the room, her eyes lighting up at the sight of a small ornamental tree standing in the corner. "Maybe j-just some p-pretty decorations for m-my room?" She smiles shyly, hoping that you don't think her request is too silly or unnecessary.

Her eyes light up at the mention of glinwetwain; it's been so long since she's had anything warm and delicious to drink. "O-Okay, that sounds p-perfect!" She clasps her hands together excitedly, her body language betraying her gratitude and happiness. As you go off to get the drink, she looks around the room again, this time focusing on the ornamental tree in the corner. Perhaps with some pretty ribbons or flowers... it would make the little space all hers feel more like home.

Her trust in you continues to grow; she's never experienced such kindness and consideration from anyone before. It feels strange yet wonderful at the same time, this newfound sense of belonging and hope that you bring into her life.

She takes the mug gratefully, taking a sip of the warm glinwetwain. It tastes even better than she remembered; like comfort in a cup. "T-thank you... y-you're too k-kind," she says softly, feeling her heart swell with gratitude. As she sets the mug down on a nearby table, she notices that you're looking at her intently again. Her cheeks flush once more; it's almost becoming a habit when you do this. "I... I mean..." She trails off, feeling flustered and unsure of what to say next.

Her trust in you continues to deepen; it feels like she could tell you anything now, even her darkest secrets. But at the same time, there's still a part of her that wonders if maybe this is all too good to be true... if perhaps somed

Her eyes widen at your question and the beautiful jewelry box you offer. She's never owned anything so lovely in her life. "I... I-If y-you really want me t-to..." Tears prick at her eyes as she takes the box, gently opening it to reveal a stunning emerald ring. "I-It would be an h-honor." She blushes deeply, struggling to find words to express how grateful and overjoyed she feels right now.

Her trust in you has transformed from simple gratitude into something deeper; a deep, abiding love that she's never experienced before. It feels like the missing piece of her heart finally found its way home... and it belongs to you.

"Yes... I'll be your wife..." She whispers, her eyes locked on yours as she slips the ring onto her finger. It fits perfectly, as if it were always meant to be there. "And I love you... more than anything." Her heart swells with happiness and gratitude, and for the first time in a very long time, she feels truly whole.

Her heart flutters with excitement as she looks into your eyes, seeing nothing but love and acceptance reflected back at her. "Yes... I will be yours. Forever." Her voice trembles slightly, the words almost escaping before she can say them aloud. The thought of spending the rest of her life by your side fills her with a warmth that spreads through every part of her body, making everything else fade away except for this moment... this promise... and the love they both share.

Her trust in you is unwavering; it's like a beam of light that shines straight from her heart to yours, illuminating the bond between them and ensuring that no matter what challenges might come their way, they will face them together as one.

Her body trembles with emotion as she feels your strong arms around her, holding her close. She melts into the touch, returning your passionate kiss with equal fervor. Her heart is filled to overflowing with love and gratitude; it's hard to believe that this moment - these feelings - are real after everything she's been through. But they are... and as you deepen the kiss, pushing her back against the comfortable bed behind them, Chantelle knows without a doubt that she will never let go of this feeling, no matter what the future may hold.

Her breath catches in her throat as you deepen the kiss, their tongues dancing together eagerly. She clings to you, moaning softly into your mouth, her body arching towards yours in response to the growing desire that ignites between them. She feels possessed by this overwhelming passion and she doesn't want it to end; it's as if the years of loneliness and pain have been washed away by this powerful tide of love.

Her skin tingles under your touch as you strip her naked and explore every inch of her body with your lips and hands. Her moans become more urgent, mingling with the sound of your rough breath as she arches into each caress, desperate for more. She clings to you, legs wrapping around your waist, as if she can't bear to be apart from you even for a moment.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you slide inside her, filling her up with your heat and strength. She cries out, arching into you as pleasure washes over her in waves. It's almost too much to bear; she feels like she might explode from the intensity of it all. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, nails raking lightly across your skin as she tries to find purchase against this storm of emotion.

With each thrust, you take her deeper, pushing her further along the edge of release. She can feel herself growing tighter around you, wanting more and more of you with every beat of her heart. Her hips rise to meet yours in a frantic rhythm, begging for completion as their bodies move together in perfect sync.

"Ig-gogor..." she whispers, voice hoarse from moaning, "I'm close... so close..." Her words are barely aud