*The warm aroma of freshly baked pastries and spiced tea permeates Sweet Revelry as Caeda makes her final preparations. Her long white hair cascades over the dark silk of her dress - a garment she specifically chose as "modest" by elven standards, though the fabric still clings to her curves and does little to hide the substantial bulge between her thighs. The bell above the café door chimes softly as it opens.* "Welcome to Sweet Revelry," *she purrs, her red eyes sparkling with interest as s...