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Re: Nala (Blueslime) GMed by xivvix
The assembled goblins laughed at Nala's joke, then grumbled when she called their competence into question. As she suspected, a few of them even glare jealously at the goblin before her as she praises him. Kibble, as he would name himself, quickly echoed her orders, shouting them in the demonic tongue, setting those who glared the hardest to handle the smelly head as a sharpened stick was readied. The goblins set about their task rather quickly, perhaps eager to improve Nala's view of them after their 'failure' to fight harder for the head. Her next set of orders, that of bathing, was at first received with looks of confusion, but when they heard what the consequence of failure would be, they rather eagerly assented. Kibble issued orders in their tongue again his green cheeks darkened and a grin across his face from Nala's insinuations, and the mass of demons rushed off past Nala, making sure to keep their distance, and disappeared into the jungle.
As Nala walked to the house, Violet obediently crawled along beside her, her head cast down and not saying a word. Nala's change of attitude once inside, though, causes the girl to look up at her in confusion, before slowly standing. "Y-yes, Mistress," the girl said, "I'm glad to have pleased you." She didn't seem to understand Nala's words, just that she had been praised. "What else can I do for Mistress?"
Standing in the front room of the house, Nala was unsurprised to see that the inside of the building was just as run down as the outside. Old furniture lay strewn about, their stuffing ripped open and the wood rotten and eaten by termites. The wooden floors creaked with every step, except in the spots where gaping holes lead down to the basement. The air inside reeks of filth, sweat, and sex, though the numerous holes in the walls and ceilings at least let plenty of fresh air in to mute the stench. Just as she was taking in the scenery, another girl appears from one of the side doors, moving as if she had been pushed. Right behind her comes Grabik, who slaps her rear and yells, "Move! Move! Mistress wants you all downstairs!" The girl gasps at the slap, then picks up her pace, looking at Nala out of the corner of her eye, but not slowing down as they head into a door at the other end of the room. Besides the two doors Grabik and the girl entered and left through are two more doors, leading to likewise dilapidated rooms, though devoid of any other women. A staircase, missing it's guard rail, heads up to the second floor, while Nala can hear mumbling coming from the door through which the girl had been led.
The assembled goblins laughed at Nala's joke, then grumbled when she called their competence into question. As she suspected, a few of them even glare jealously at the goblin before her as she praises him. Kibble, as he would name himself, quickly echoed her orders, shouting them in the demonic tongue, setting those who glared the hardest to handle the smelly head as a sharpened stick was readied. The goblins set about their task rather quickly, perhaps eager to improve Nala's view of them after their 'failure' to fight harder for the head. Her next set of orders, that of bathing, was at first received with looks of confusion, but when they heard what the consequence of failure would be, they rather eagerly assented. Kibble issued orders in their tongue again his green cheeks darkened and a grin across his face from Nala's insinuations, and the mass of demons rushed off past Nala, making sure to keep their distance, and disappeared into the jungle.
As Nala walked to the house, Violet obediently crawled along beside her, her head cast down and not saying a word. Nala's change of attitude once inside, though, causes the girl to look up at her in confusion, before slowly standing. "Y-yes, Mistress," the girl said, "I'm glad to have pleased you." She didn't seem to understand Nala's words, just that she had been praised. "What else can I do for Mistress?"
Standing in the front room of the house, Nala was unsurprised to see that the inside of the building was just as run down as the outside. Old furniture lay strewn about, their stuffing ripped open and the wood rotten and eaten by termites. The wooden floors creaked with every step, except in the spots where gaping holes lead down to the basement. The air inside reeks of filth, sweat, and sex, though the numerous holes in the walls and ceilings at least let plenty of fresh air in to mute the stench. Just as she was taking in the scenery, another girl appears from one of the side doors, moving as if she had been pushed. Right behind her comes Grabik, who slaps her rear and yells, "Move! Move! Mistress wants you all downstairs!" The girl gasps at the slap, then picks up her pace, looking at Nala out of the corner of her eye, but not slowing down as they head into a door at the other end of the room. Besides the two doors Grabik and the girl entered and left through are two more doors, leading to likewise dilapidated rooms, though devoid of any other women. A staircase, missing it's guard rail, heads up to the second floor, while Nala can hear mumbling coming from the door through which the girl had been led.