A man, who before today was the most feared knight in all the kingdom.

You place your muscular arms above your head, letting them drink in your (what you think are) chiseled good looks as you slowly twirl. Your hair is cut short to keep it out of your eyes and prevent an opponent from being able to grab it in combat.

Your chest is slightly hairy and bears several scars, but is otherwise completely bare. Your stomach is still mostly toned, but you are starting to get a little bit of an ale-gut if you're being completely honest with yourself.

Below the waist the only thing you have on is a very tight (but super comfy) pair of spidersilk underpants that were given to you by the last Dark Elf ambassador to visit the kingdom (she was into some weird stuff, I tell you what). They were meant for a much smaller eleven man, and as result leave very little to the imagination.

You feel your face turning even redder as the goblins hoot and holler at your humiliation and their leader seems captivated by what she sees.

"Okay, I did what you asked," you say to the leader as you finish your twirl. "So you'll let me go now, right?"

The goblin just looks back at you and smiles.