Looking to be out of his usual place, here's a young looking boy of drow heritage. His cold-blue eyes don't hold the look of anger and cruelty his kind are known for, though, probably hinting at a mixture of elven genes where the dark ones have dominated most of his growth.
Starting at the very top, a straight, but abundant mop of pristine white hair accumulates atop his head, partially obscuring half of his pointed ears. They appear to be pitch black in comparison, but a more detailed look will reveal his skin to be a slightly lightened up tone of gray, not the dark violet or the ebony all drows are known for. Below a set of unkempt bangs, these bright, almond-shaped eyes look out at the world with an innate, vivid curiosity that's only held back by a faint sense of caution. They lead down to the small shape of his nose, and even lower to a pair of full, tender and absolutely kissable lips, taken care of, and hinting at an oral addiction considering the way he keeps them moist with an occasional lick of his bubblegum pink tongue, the upper lip a naturally darker tone of gray than his skin, while the thicker lower one looks to be lighter. In all, his face seems to retain a good deal of youth and tenderness, despite having visibly grown close to his twenties.
From there below, things begin turning a bit less detailed. A featureless shirt of white cotton hugs his torso tightly, the snug collar molding to his neck and collarbone while, needless to say, his slim pectorals do the same, their faint outline seen swelling and falling alluringly along with his breath. Short, short sleeves barely manage to hug his slim deltoids, leaving his whole lean biceps and forearms to show, not to mention these delicate hands of his - Fingers long, soft, and lighter-gray nails well taken care of.
The cute, flat shape of his abdomen is rarely visible, except for when that slim body arches out for whatever reason, showing its flat expanse, the deep dip of a small navel, and what looks like a faint four-pack starting to hint under his soft skin. For a guy of his build, having such a pair of thicker-than-usual hips isn't surprising: They fill the waist of his leather pants nicely, and flare even wider below, bringing that skin-tight garment to a juicy tightness that's so nice to the touch. These hips come with the eye-drawing half-moons of his full rump, the leather being as tight there as everywhere else, doing a good job at outlining the small pits at the sides of his glutes and at riding up into the inviting cleft between these. These pants are custom made, that's for sure, and luckily for everyone else they don't forget to show what's hiding at the front: Such a girth will be hard to miss, and it's now held tightly to his groin, with the juicy and broad shape of his glans nearly touching his left hip.
These pants hug at the rest of his legs greedily like living, oily skin, accentuating each of his thighs and the tight, small calves that keep him upright. They flare just slightly at his ankles, revealing a pair of feet that are as pristine as his hands: A graceful arch and small, wriggly toes, nails clipped to perfection - And a pair of black sandals keeping them clean.