Redundant Panache

Roland was rather surprised. The drows were the mortal enemies of the elves. How could she blatantly show up in the elves' territory?

Also, she seemed quite respected here.

Looking around, Roland found that most guests here were male human beings. There was not a single elf.

Those around the drow were clearly in three circles. There were only several men in the innermost circle, including a middle-aged man whose face was so red that he seemed drunk.

Was that man Red-Faced Ralph?

Those men were all young, proud and majestic.

The men that were in the outer circles seemed much more restrained.

The drow turned around, vaguely showing some of her body parts. Her smooth obsidian skin reflected light under the candles like a gem.

Almost all the men were looking at her with obvious lust, but they had to hold themselves back, which made their faces weird.