An Ogre

A large, powerful beast of an ogre stands before you. 9 feet tall and half that wide. His large build hides brutish muscle under layers of fat. He may have a name, but he hasn't given you any indication of what it may be.

Master lifts you up to his face and smells you, giving you little licks as if he's tasting you, making your skin tingle wherever his tongue makes contact with your skin.

"Need bath." He grunts as he throws you over his shoulder and stomps off towards his camp.

Its not long before you find yourself in a large tub that's being filled with hot, perfumed water by the ogre's servants, goblins, by the looks of them. Whether out of reverence or fear, they appear to obey the great ogre's commands as if it were their sole purpose in life. The scent of the oils fills your mind with a cloudy haze as you are scrubbed clean by their efforts, leaving your skin shining and spotless. You notice a few of them stealing glances at your body that betray their desires for more, but whatever their reasons, they seem hesitant to act on those desires.