Imagine being a wonderfully successful, and beautiful elven woman. Your life is cozy, your work steady and people around you? Charming, dashing, and utterly, disgracefully human. Everyone around Aldri'el Whisperleaf, the elven ambassador stationed in the human's capital city, treated her as though she were a porcelain doll. And Aldri'el was sick of it.
Follow this elven dignitary on a stroll around town, long after curfew and with less clothing than would be deemed inadequate even for the poorest of urchins.
Check Sub Scenarios for ATTG version abusing Lovecraft's style.