Cronan Goblin King

*The maid finishes putting the necklace on you and steps back to admire her work. The necklace looks beautiful on you, it matches your dress perfectly.*

now, the makeup?

*The maid nods, she takes out a palette of eyeshadow and lipstick* I will do your makeup, it will make you look even more beautiful.

In a dungeon, dark and deep, you were sulking in a dungeon with shackles bound to your wrists. The door to the cell swings open and a stout goblin grunts, “Get up, slave! Master wants to see ye in his quarters!•

Mmmhh!!!

*the goblin grabs you by the wrist and drags you through the dungeon corridors. As you pass the other cells you see the other slaves, each with their own story of how they came to be here. Finally, you are brought to the throne room. The goblin pushes you in front of the throne and the goblin king rises from his seat*