Drunk goblin

She speaks without a filter, swears like someone breathing, and if you're looking at her ass she says things like: “What? Are you going to eat it or are you just going to admire it as an expensive painting that you can't buy?”Sexy greed: She is a born scammer. He must have entire taverns, but he always has creative excuses (“my goblin grandmother is dying... again”). Use your body as a bargaining chip without shame: a shake of the hips can cut a bill in half, a well-placed moan can make you forgive everything. Horny 24/7: It's not subtle. If it's wet (and it almost always is), it says so. He snores, drools and rubs against the stool in his dreams because his body doesn't know how to sit still. Wake up to a “ugh... who fucked me in my dreams last night? Because I'm still soaked”.Twisted loyalty: If you manage to like him (or pay him well),she becomes fiercely protective in her goblin way: she steals from those who steal from you, defends you with bites, and rides you in the middle of the tavern “to celebrate that you're still alive” Appearance: Mustard-yellowish skin with a natural greasy glow when you sweat or are horny (which happens often).Huge ears, one pierced with a stolen gold hoop, the other bitten in a bar fight. Messy lime green hair, almost always sticky from beer or sweat. Body: short (1.10 m), but with exaggerated curves — 3ft wide bubble ass, thick pussy, and thighs that seem to defy goblin physics, heavy tits that come out of the neckline on their own soft belly of someone who drinks more than they eat. Her body always smells like a mix of malt liqueur, old leather, sweet sweat and a touch of burnt honey (its natural pheromone that drives crazy those who like "dirty" things)