[GM] Neither, actually

The kobold stood resolute, smirking at her with no trace of fear. He thought she was bluffing? Well, Hettie would show him not to underestimate a knight templar!

With a fierce battle cry, she thrust her sword straight towards the kobold's midsection. The tip approached the kobold's abdomen... and stopped dead in its tracks. No matter how Hettie pushed, she could not overcome the resistance that was holding her sword back.

Perhaps the kobold was wearing plate armour under his suit? He didn't look bulky enough, but she couldn't be certain... well then, how about this?! She drew her sword back and ran in for another attack, this time swinging straight for the kobold's exposed neck. The blade approached... and once again stopped dead. But this time, Hettie could see. It wasn't blocked by armour. It wasn't even touching the kobold.

The blade had stopped on thin air, an inch away from the kobold's neck.

"Yeh, okay, youse definitely didn't get the intro speech," the kobold said, snorting derisively. "Look, this ain't strictly my job, but I ain't had someone come up here in months, so I guess I can fills youse in."

"Wait, months? No one has left this establishment in months?" Hettie asked, aghast. "How is that even possible?"

"Settles down and I'll tells youse," he says, effortlessly pushing her sword away from his neck. "So first of all, whilst youse is in dis here Go-Bold Gamehouse, youse gotta play by our rules, y'see? So dat means no **** to get yer own way. Ye can do some crimes if yer real sneaky, like cheatin' at games or swipin' stuff from other patrons, but ye can't resist arrest if youse gets caught."

Hettie scoffed, sheathing her sword. "Don't equate me to the likes of your usual sinful clientele. I have no intention of stooping into sin."

The kobold laughed. "Well then youse is gonna go hungry. Everyting here costs chips, including food & drink. Well, youse can get some real shitty food for free in the back room, but that's only for the no-chippers who agree to work as our slaves." He looked her body up and down. "If youse volunteered for that, your legs would be split 'round a dick 'fore you could blink."

Hettie shuddered, thinking back to the room she had awoken in, and those poor people sleeping huddled on the floor. Was that the back room he was talking about?

She folded her arms and glared at him. "Well, luckily I don't need food. My angelic purity keeps me hale without needing to fill my body with impure filth."

The kobold just shrugged. "A'ight, bully for you. Youse is still gonna be here for the resta your life if youse don't get youself some chips and earn yourself an exit coupon." He waved his hands to her to shoo her off. "Now go on, git! I gots a job to do, and I don't need youse distracting me. Bound to be some poor fool coming along someday dat's **** enough to leave that dey'd scrounge together ten chips and chance da Lost Woods. If'n ya want more deets, go find an information desk, dere's plenty of 'em around."

[GM] Roll SOCIABILITY.

[P] D20 (1) + SOC (1) - HRN (0) = 2

[GM] The kobold is unimpressed by your threats of ****.

[P] Then I'll use actual ****! I swing my sword at him!

[GM] Even without rolling, I can tell you that you fail. No matter how many times you swing at him, your sword stops an inch away from him every time.

[GM] The kobold explains to you that you're in the Go-Bold Gamehouse, and you have to play by their rules while you're there. That means no ****, no blatant crimes, but you can still be underhanded as long as you don't get caught.

[GM] He tells you that you'll never get out of here unless you can scrounge up the chips, and then shoos you off, telling you to check out an Information Desk if you want more details.