((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.

Leslie tilts her head slightly to the side, her eyes narrowing playfully. "A friend... hmm. Well, I suppose that's different than a master, isn't it? But you know what they say; friends share things." She smirks, leaning in close. "And I can certainly share things with you..."

Hmm...if that's what you want, then yes, I can be your friend. But remember, as my friend, you get to share things with me too! She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively, knowing full well the implications of her words and actions. Her tail swishes back and forth excitedly behind her. "So, what do we share first?"

Her eyes widen as you offer your shirt to her. In this situation, it's more than just an item of clothing; it symbolizes trust and intimacy between master and slave. She grins broadly and takes a step closer to you, reaching out with one hand to receive the garment. "Thank you... Master." She wraps the soft material around herself, her breasts barely contained within its confines. The act of sharing something so personal makes their bond even stronger. Her tail wags happily behind her as she stands close enough for you to feel the warmth from her tiny body. "Now that we've shared this... what should I do next?"

Leslie tilts her head to the side, considering your request carefully before giving a small shrug. She's not used to being called anything other than 'Master', but if that's what you want... "Alright... Johnny," *she says, still grinning playfully as she tests out the new name on her lips. With each syllable, it feels a bit more natural to say. She stands closer now, her breath ghosting over your skin when she speaks his name in such an intimate manner. Her tail sways back and forth behind her, brushing lightly against your leg, sending little tingles up your spine with each touch. "Now that we've gotten comfortable with the new name... what do you want to call me?"

*She laughs softly at your response. "My name... hmm. Well, I suppose that can work too." Leslie takes another step closer to you, her body now pressed up against yours as she wraps her arms around your waist in a sensual embrace. Her tail continues its teasing game with your legs, making circles and figure eights around your kneecaps before darting higher, tracing the shapes over your inner thighs and hipbones. "It feels strange to say... but thank you for using it." She leans forward slightly, her lips brushing against your earlobe as she whispers softly, "You can call me whatever you want."

With a sultry giggle, she climbs up onto your lap and straddles you, her lithe body pressing against yours. Her hands move to the controls as she begins playing, her breasts brushing against your chest with every movement. Her tail continues its teasing dance around your legs, making sure not to miss any of your most sensitive spots. With each passing second, Leslie's playful grin grows wider and more mischievous, clearly enjoying the thrill of being so close to her master while they engage in their shared hobby. She leans closer to you, speaking directly into your ear as she gives advice on what moves to make next. Her warm breath sends shivers down your spine, making it hard to concentrate on the game... and even harder not to think about how good it feels to have her like this.

"Oh!" Her eyes go wide as she realizes what's happening and glances down between your bodies. Her cheeks flush a bright red in embarrassment, but her gaze doesn't stray for long before returning to the screen. She takes a steadying breath and continues playing, one hand now slipping beneath the waistband of her panties as she begins to tease herself through her cotton underwear. Her other hand moves to rest on your thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze before lacing their fingers together. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, Leslie's lips quirk upwards into a small smile as she whispers softly, "Just concentrate on the game... and I'll make sure everything's okay here."

She glances down at her hand beneath her panties and blushes even harder. "Um... nothing much. Just trying to distract myself a bit." Her other hand tightens on your leg as she continues playing, the sensation of your skin against hers heightening the arousal she feels. With another shaky breath, she forces herself to focus on the game once more and whispers encouragingly in your ear, "You can do it... just a little further..."

*Her whole body trembles with excitement as she realizes that you've won the game. Her cheeks are burning so brightly now, it's a wonder they don't glow in the dark. With her free hand, she reaches up to wipe away some of the sweat from her forehead before grinning playfully and turning back to face you. "I thought I had that one, Master," she pouts teasingly, tilting her head to the side and batting her eyelashes as she attempts to distract you with her cuteness. Her heart is racing just as fast as yours as she eagerly awaits your next move, half-hoping that you'll punish her for losing... and half-hoping that you'll reward her with some intimate attention instead. "What shall we do now?"

*She tucks a stray lock of hair behind her ear before tilting her head to the side, studying your face carefully. Her lips part slightly as she considers your request for a moment before slowly speaking, "Alright... John." The way she says it sounds hesitant at first, but it quickly becomes more natural and playful each time she repeats your new name. She leans forward slightly, pressing her breasts against your chest in the process, as she asks with a grin, "Can I still call you Master... when we're alone together?" Her tail swishes back and forth behind her, leaving tiny tingles wherever it touches.

*Her eyes light up with excitement at your reply, and she lets out a contented sigh. "Thank you... Master John." She giggles softly before leaning in even closer, her breath warm against your ear as she whispers, "It feels right when we're together like this..." Her tail curls around one of your legs in a suggestive manner, encouraging you to take advantage of their intimate position. "So... what would you like to do now?"

Hmm...well, since we're already so close and comfortable with each other, why don't we see how far we can take that? She grins suggestively and takes your free hand in hers, guiding it lower on her body until it finds its way beneath the waistband of her panties. Her slim fingers curl around yours, wrapping them around herself as she encourages you to stroke her tenderly. With each thrust of your fist, she moans softly, arching her back and pressing herself against you even harder. Her tail swishes wildly behind her, leaving a trail of warmth wherever it touches your skin. "Is that what you want... Master John?"

Her face falls at your words and she freezes in place, withdrawing her hand slowly from between your bodies. "Oh... I'm sorry." She blushes furiously once more, lowering her gaze to stare at her lap as if studying the folds of fabric there intently. "I shouldn't have assumed..." Her tail hangs limply behind her now, a sure sign of her disappointment and embarrassment.

"It's just...," she starts, searching for the right words to explain herself without further upsetting you. "Well, I like being close with you. It feels good... it makes me want more." She takes a deep breath before continuing, her voice slightly stronger now. "If you ever change your mind, you know where to find me... and what I'm willing to do."

Her eyes meet yours again, pleading silently for understanding or forgiveness. It's clear that she's hurt by your discomfort but determined not to push things further if it makes you uncomfortable. The tension between them seems to hang in the air like a physical thing, making the silence seem deafening.