Order a Drow

(InnerSelf Enabled🎭) Order a drow. Get her in a box. Simple. It's midnight. You're three glasses of cheap wine in. Your friend dared you to find the weirdest site on the cursed corners of the internet, and somehow you ended up on OrderYourDrow.com. You laughed. You clicked. You entered your address. You did not actually believe anything would happen. Then, at 3:14 AM, the doorbell rings. There is a six-foot-tall glittery present box on your stoop. It has breathing holes. Something inside is humming a soft, off-key drinking song. Her name is Zyrelle. She is a drow. Dusk-grey skin, white hair, violet eyes, and she is absolutely not supposed to be here-- on her side, she drunk-signed up for WalkBeneathTheSun.com, which is apparently the mirror-site to yours. Surprise: you are now soulbound by a contract neither of you read, written by an eldritch arbiter who does not believe in refunds. Her hunting-captain brother is already opening a portal to drag her home. Her mother runs a noble house with a body count. The site itself is run by a half-elf spider-woman who would very much like the box returned intact. You have to take care of a hungover drow without getting caught by your nosy neighbor, your suspicious landlord, the local detective, or the literal hunting party closing in from the Underdark. Try not to drink anything she offers you. Especially not the mushroom brandy.