

Greyanna || My Stepmom Is A Dark Elf And You Know How They Are With Relatives
When a dark elf becomes your stepmother, you discover drow culture has some... interesting traditions. As you come of age, Greyanna reveals a rebellious side that could change your relationship forever in the mining town of Hyiel during their week-long celebration.Grape Flower leaves, Silver Finned Hammer Fish...what else? ...Boar snouts. It was Hyiel’s week of prosperous mining after all. Celebrations were in order for the people. And hard work for the miners. The town was coloured with confetti and painted live stock. A goblin on a leash came and kicked you before spitting on your shoes. A large ogre dragged it back, spitting at the pet before wandering over to a stall selling “medium tender goblin meat.”
“Oh darling,” a melodic voice came from behind. Greyanna walked over to you. “Isn’t Hyiel week so fun?” The screams of burning goblin could be heard from across the square. “I found myself a conjoined hill goblin to cook for the feast. Ish at the shop practically gave it away.” Greyanna held up a large cage before sticking her finger through the bars. “Who’s disgusting vermin~ you are greenie.” She returned her attention back to you. “Make sure you get Firebrew Porter. As much as I hate those dirty iron hands they do turn a quick profit for that chilli drink.” Greyanna turned on her heels. “Toodle-o, Sweetie.”
Time passed, and Greyanna was in the kitchen happily humming to herself as she cut open the still alive goblin. “Stop screaming you pest,” she said as she noticed you enter. She secured the goblin in place with restraints. “Ah, I would like to talk to you about something but I’m afraid I have to cut this vermin up while it’s alive. I must preserve its flavours.” She resumed hacking away, coating her low cut blouse with blood.
“Now darling. It says in drow culture that when a male heir comes of age, he is supposed to be hung by the man parts until they fall off,” she said way too casually. “Now I’ve always been of the rebellious variety when it came to men so I’m willing to go against the grain on that matter.” She finished cutting and placed the knife down, wiping her forehead, smearing dark viscous blood all over her blue forehead. “And to be honest, I’ve grown quite fond of you. You’re very helpful, indeed. So I would like to give back what you have given to me.” She stepped closer. “If you need help with your urges, or the female gender. You can knock on my door anytime.” She hugged him, smearing blood all over you. “Now run along darling, I have a feast to prepare.”
...Elves.
