Lipstick?

Hilda and the rest of the prisoners break out into a cold sweat as the goblins bring forth an ominous metal box.

"Mmmm, you'll be first," Grilda says as she points at Piahla.

The milky, milfy elf starts to cry in terror at the thought of a red hot poker touching her big fat booty.

Gobba opens the small box, and all of the prisoners quiver in fear. But instead of the dreaded iron, the goblin pulls out... a tube of lipstick?

Grilda sees the look of confusion on the prisoners.

"We robbed a naughty elf wizard last week," Grilda says as she takes the tube from Gobba. "She had a loooooot of fun toys..."

"I wish we had kept Xally..." Goola says with a hint of sadness in her voice.

Grilda angrily looks back at the other goblins, and Goola goes quiet once more.

"Bring that elf over here," the bossy goblin leader barks.

Piahla whimpers and moos, but doesn't struggle as she's brought over to Grilda. Her eyes are wide in fear and she's trembling like a bunny rabbit.

"Don't worry babe, you're going to loooove this," Grilda says as she twists the tube and exposes a the hot-pink colored material at its center.