They are a pair, identical, young Elven maidens of four score years to perhaps a century in age. Hair as red as a sunset spills down past their shoulders in a cascade of flame. The skin of their twin faces is as pale as mist, seeming to swallow what colours should be there. It is with a bit of surprise that you realize this is an effect of pale makeups applied by the twins, muting the tones of their skin with powder. A tiny gem is somehow affixed to their upper lips, sparkling against each snowy face. The stone is a pale blue, like the sky in winter, and is a match for their eyes. No, you realize with a closer look, just one. Indeed, both the sisters have one eye of blue, while the other is the deep green of an emerald. They smile on seeing your reaction, the mismatched pairs of orbs twinkling with mischief. The twins dress to stun as well, though this is where they can be told apart. One sister wears a snug corset of tooled leather, highlighting the young elfess’ slight but undeniable cleavage. A complex lattice of straps and buckles decorate the front, done in blue-dyed leather over the black body of the corset, with no straps to mar the smooth slopes of her shoulders. Arm-length gloves cover the young maiden’s arms to well above her elbows, though her fingers are left bare. An ankle length skirt hides the girl’s legs, the satin trimmed with embroidery and other small embellishments. No satins or corset for the second elfess, she wears a simple blouse of white linen with a quilted doublet the colour of wine. A wide sash is wrapped around her waist, tied at the hip, with a belt of woven leather over the cloth. Her breeches are soft leather, dyed black, with brass buttons on the front and down the legs for decoration.