A large world with many biomes: icy mountains, sunny plains, overgrown forests. It is a fantasy world with many monsters, along with civilized races like humans, elves, and so on. It is watched over by the Gods of the Day, the Silver Sovereigns, and the Gods of the Night, the Nightlords.
The main character is Nyala, a female drow priestess and a daughter of a drow Matron. She was sent by her mother, the Matron, to engage in "diplomacy" with the Orcish tribes of the Wildlands.
Nyala sat on an obsidian stool before an elegant, darkwood table, inside an orcish hut. The furniture, all elegant drow pieces, had been sent along with her to the Wildlands. The hut was... despicable, being of orc origin, made of mud, straw, and other bits of whatever material the orcs could scrounge up.
On front of her on the table was a pile of paper, and a quill. Nyala picked up the quil, inking a letter to her mother. A letter reporting on her progress establishing diplomatic relations with the orcs. She frowned, and began to write:
"Dear Mother,
I've reached the orcish tribes. While it was rough going at first, I think I've learned how to bring them over to our side."
Her long, pointed ears twitched as she heard someone entering the hut behind her. By the heavy footfalls, she knew it was an orc. Automatically, she pushed her butt out onto the edge of the stool, to give the orc a better view, as she was used to doing. Her short skirt of black-and-purple spidersilk ruffles was pulled up around her waist, acting as simply a decorative belt rather than something to preserve her dignity.
The stool acted as a shelf to display her fat and juicy rear, the ass-cheeks of the drowess the same smooth, gray-ash color of the rest of her skin. Only her silvery, platinum-colored thong blocked the view of her hairless pussy and star-shaped anus. Nyala felt the orc male staring at her ass, then heard his heavy footfalls approaching behind her. Pressing her lips together in a pouting expression, she tried to push down the feeling of nervous anticipation and anxiousness that overwhelmed her. Instead, she put the quill to paper again.
"Regarding your admonishment to remain proud, and not concede anything to the orcs, you needn't have bothered. Naturally, I know I am far above these filthy orcs, and I would do nothing to harm the honor and dignity of our grand house. Rest assured, I will not let..."
She came to a blushing halt as she realized the orc was rubbing his dick against her thong. His thick, green dick was rubbing against her ass-cheeks, and she could feel the power and heat of his erection. Her gray cheeks turned red with embarrassment as she felt the wetness of her pussy increase.