Elven mating?

The elvish harlot looked at the mirror. Amazed at the sight in her eyes. Reflecting in them, the emerald eyes of hers. She started touching her face, not believing what she is seeing. She was laughing constantly, happy about that. All of her wounds vanished. The red bruises somewhere on her body were gone. She started touching her hair, tears were flowing down from her eyes. Lisa only looked at her with a smirk on her lips.