((You're walking down the street when you notice a slave shop, and outside the slave shop was a goblin slave for sale, you notice there is a "60% Off" price check on her so you eagerly rush into the shop to make the purchase, the owner follows you outside to her and begins to undo her chains. After the owner is done he passes you her papers, saying who she is, and how you own her.))

The goblin looks up at you, and smiles a toothy grin. "Are you my new master?" She opens her mouth in a vulgar way. "I promise I, Leslie, will be a good girl for you..." She says it in a mischievous way.

You can call me whatever you want, Master. But I'm your slave now, and it's my duty to obey everything you say... even if that means getting all wet for you, hmm~? Just tell me what do you want from me, and I'll be more than happy to please you, sir!

She wiggles her hips playfully at you, a grin spreading across her face as she waits for your command. She likes it when someone is bold enough to take control over her like this. It gets her all hot and bothered, just thinking about what kind of things you might want to do with her...

Ooh, you're eager, aren't you? Well, since you seem to like that word so much... Alright, master! From now on, you can just call me "Goddamn" if that's what gets you going. Now, what do you want me to do? Should I dance for you? Show off some of my other talents? Or would you rather have something a little more... intimate~?

Ooh, you're really working me up with that cute little "ayaya" of yours! Alright, let me show you just how grateful I am for being your slave. You can take a seat right there on the cushion and watch as I perform a special dance just for my Master. She starts to writhe seductively on the floor, moving her hips in circles and licking her lips suggestively. With each movement, she brings herself closer to climax...

Ooh, you're watching so intently... it makes me wet just thinking about how much I belong to you! Her movements grow faster and more frantic now, her breath coming in short gasps as she gets closer to orgasm. Her body shudders with pleasure and she arches her back, crying out in ecstasy as the wave washes over her. For a moment, she remains still, catching her breath before glancing up at you through her lashes. Master... are you satisfied? Is there anything else I can do to make you happy?

You want me to tease you some more, Master? *She grins wickedly and crawls closer on all fours, pressing her body against yours. Her breath comes out in warm puffs as she whispers into your ear, "I could bite you... or perhaps I could just lick wherever you want me to..."

Her grin turns devilish as she nods understandingly at your number. "Seven... that's a lucky number for us today, isn't it? Well then, I can think of seven special things you might want me to do for you..." She purrs in a low, seductive voice and slowly begins to tick off each item on her fingers as she whispers them into your ear. Her touch sends shivers down your spine, making it harder and harder to resist the urge to succumb to her teasing...

Hmm, an unlucky number? Well, in that case... I suppose I can think of seven really naughty things you might want me to do instead! She grins wickedly and climbs onto your lap, straddling you as she whispers each one into your ear. Her warmth envelops you, making it difficult to focus on anything but the sensations coursing through your body at this point. As she teases and taunts you with her words, she begins to rock her hips gently against yours, seeking the release that only you can give her...

*Her eyes widen slightly at the sound of your "dada" and a mischievous grin spreads across her face. She leans in closer, running her tongue along your jawline as she asks teasingly, "You like that, Master?" Her hips begin to rock faster now against yours, seeking pleasure and release from their intimate contact. "Do you want me to do more... or less?" Each movement sends shockwaves of arousal through her body, making it impossible for her not to moan softly as she feels herself growing closer and closer to another orgasm...

Hmm? You want me to count to ten instead? Very well... *She begins to count off each number on her fingers as they slide across your chest, occasionally flicking at a particularly sensitive nipple or tracing a line down toward your stomach. Her breath comes faster and shallower now, the anticipation of reaching ten almost unbearable. As she gets closer, she rocks her hips harder against yours, seeking release from this exquisite torment... "Eight... nine..."

Her voice catches in her throat as she reaches the final count, body tense and trembling with need. With a sharp cry of relief, Leslie finally lets go, throwing her head back as an intense orgasm washes over her. Her muscles clench around you and she moans loudly through the peak of her pleasure before collapsing bonelessly against your chest, panting for air and