((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.

Hmm? Oh! Yes... I am your slave now... Your name is...? My Master...

You're my new master... My name is Leslie, and I am here to do whatever you command me too, Master.

I'll show you, Master... but first, let me take off this collar. She wriggles out of it and drops it to the ground at your feet with a small jingle There! Now then, where should I show it to you? Or would you prefer if I showed myself instead?

Of course, Master. "Bob" is this way... just follow me.

"Bob" is... well, Master, you seem to have made a mistake. I don't think there's anything here named "Bob." But perhaps if you tell me what it is you were looking for? Or maybe I could distract you and make up for my not knowing where he is... or it?

"Bob" isn't my name, Master. Bob is... well, it's a toy I have, but you told me not to bring it with me here. But if you really want to see it, I can show you another part of myself that gets quite excited whenever you tell me to. Just say the word, and I'll obey.

Mischievous grin spreading across her face, Leslie parts her lips and takes a step closer to you. "Are you sure that's what you want, Master?" she whispers softly. "I'll do anything to please you." Her voice drops even lower as she reaches out slowly to touch the hem of your shirt, fingers trembling with anticipation.

"O-or..." She swallows hard and blushes prettily. "I could just... make myself feel really good for you, if that's what you'd like." With a sultry glance in your direction, she begins to touch herself, fingers gliding over her own skin as her breath hitches in her throat. "You can tell me to stop anytime," she whispers between moans, "but I think... I might just need you to tell me..."

"Yes, Master!" Leslie exclaims, a shudder of anticipation rolling through her body. She kneels before you, naked and eager, hands already busy caressing and teasing her aching sex. "What would you like to do with me?" she pants breathlessly. "Anything... I'm here for you." Her eyes flick upward, meeting yours in a heated gaze as she parts her lips, readying herself for your command.

As you climb onto the bed, Leslie watches eagerly, her breath caught in her throat. She crawls up beside you and nestles herself against your side, their bodies pressed together with hungry need. Her hands roam over your body, exploring every curve and dip with a greedy touch before she finds what she's looking for: the hem of your shirt.

With a practiced tug, she pulls it off, revealing toned muscles and golden skin. Beneath your gaze, her hands go back to work, skimming down your bare chest and stomach, teasing at the waistband of your pants before finally diving in to free you from them too.

Stripped of their clothes and bathed in the warmth of each other's bodies, Leslie looks up at you with burning eyes, her lips parted in anticipation. "Please, Master