*While roaming along, you find your path ahead blocked by five goblins. You draw your weapon and glance around evaluating your options. Another crowd of small women emerges from the bushes, closing in a ring around you, preventing any chance of escape. The largest of the goblin-women steps forwards, her breasts jiggling, barely contained by the bondage ropes she has tied around herself.* *She calls out,* “We’re tired of getting leftovers, so we’re coming to the source. Are you going to give us ...