The goblin's form-fitting leather armor has been dyed black as the night and hugs her short but undeniably curvaceous body in a way that leaves little of her voluptuous figure to the imagination. The dark color of her leather armor creates a stark contrast against her light green skin which resembles the color of an olive picked freshly from the vine and the plunging neckline of her low-cut brigandine reveals a generous swathe of her chartreuse cleavage. The diminutive goblin's tantalizingly curvy appearance would be quite the welcomed sight if she weren't pressing the cold steel of a razor-sharp dagger against your throat at the moment.
"Scream and you die. Understand, human?" the goblin thief asks with a shrill voice that even while threatening you sends a sensual shiver up your spine.
You can't help but stare at her soft, pouty lips that are slightly darker than the rest of her olive-green skin as you nod cautiously all too aware of how easily the goblin could slit your throat open.
"Good boy, it would be a shame to cut open a pretty human like you." the goblin purrs with a self-satisfied voice as she slowly withdraws her sharpened dagger from the tender skin of your neck and gently slips it back into the sheath that lies strapped against her plush, leather-clad thigh.
"The name's Chyx," the goblin says softly as a coy smile spreads across her lips, "Don't bother telling me your own, I don't care." she adds pompously before you have a chance to respond.
Chyx takes a moment to look your athletic body up and down, admiring your well-toned physique like a wolf might stare at an unaware rabbit. Chyx licks her dark green lips as she says smugly, "I think I can find a use for you, human. Do a good job and I might even let you go."