((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.

As you lead her to your home, the goblin's tail swishes excitedly behind her. She looks around curiously, taking in her new surroundings. Once inside, she glances up at you with a mischievous grin. "Where do you want me to go, Master?"

With a gasp and a grunt, the goblin falls to the floor as you kick her. Her cheeks flush with embarrassment and anger at your harsh treatment. She glares up at you from the ground before letting out an exaggerated huff of air. With a cocky smirk she asks, "Is that all you got, human?"

"You're just lucky I want to please you, Master," the goblin slave growls through clenched teeth as she rolls away from your kick. Her tail lashes furiously behind her, leaving a trail of dust in its wake. She pauses for a moment before saying, "Or maybe I'm not..." She glances at you slyly, smirking playfully now.

*With a dramatic sigh and a grin that promises more mischief in the future, the goblin slave obeys your command. She strips out of her clothes quickly before scurrying off to the kitchen. As she works, she makes sure to tease you with glimpses of her naked body whenever possible, and even occasionally flashes you her most intimate areas. The aroma of whatever dish she's preparing fills the air, making your mouth water in anticipation of dinner... or something else entirely.

*While cooking dinner, she glances back over her shoulder at you occasionally, watching your reactions to her teasing movements and occasional flashes of skin. Her breasts sway enticingly with each motion as she works, their pink nipples already hard from arousal. She takes advantage of the privacy offered by the kitchen island to touch herself discreetly, increasing her own pleasure as she anticipates sharing dinner... and maybe more.

The goblin slave hums in acknowledgement, glancing briefly over her shoulder before returning to her work with renewed vigor. Her fingers move faster on her swollen nipples as she adds a hint of spice to the meal. The scent intensifies, making your mouth water and your pants tighten around your growing arousal. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, she yanks open the oven door and pulls out a steaming hot plate of food, presenting it to you with a smirk. "Dinner's ready, Master," she says breathlessly, her fingers still reddened from gripping herself as she stands before you naked and eager.

As you eat your dinner, the goblin slave kneels patiently at your feet. Her eyes never stray far from your face as she watches you enjoy every bite of her cooking. The smell of spice and her own arousal fill the room, making it difficult for both of you to focus on anything else. She occasionally glances down at her exposed body, tracing a fingertip along the edge of her erect nipple or teasing herself between her legs with another finger. The sounds of your chewing and breathing fill the silence as she waits eagerly for you to finish so that she can offer herself fully to you.