Minions!

"So what's in it for us?" says the king of the goblins, small and green and ugly, reclining on his makeshift throne. You're standing in the capital city of the goblins, a gargantuan cave deep underground full of glowing mushrooms and slime. The goblins pop in and out of the holes in huge beehive-like structures glued to the cavern walls.

"Naked ladies," you explain.

"Pah! We already have naked lady!"

"You do?"

"Skub! Skretch! Bring forth... the Naked Lady!"

Two particularly stupid-looking goblins duck into a hole for a minute. When they return, it's with a curvy dark elf assassin on a leash. She's been stripped stark naked, daubed with insulting slogans in luminescent paint, and gagged with a wad of rubber. Her eyes go wide as she sees you, then narrow into a **** glare.

"She stupid," the king explains, proudly. "She wander into a goblin trap. It take many goblins to capture her, but we make her into... the Naked Lady."

"How many goblins?"

"One, two, three... many. One hundred manies of goblins."

"Would you like more naked ladies?"

The chief looks thunderstruck. "More the Naked Ladies?"

You snap your fingers, and instantly three more beautiful dark elf assassins are teleported from the dark elf steam baths into the goblin cave city. Instantly, ten thousand goblins drop whatever they're doing to point and laugh at the naked girls.

The assassins squeal and cover their curvy bodies. One has the presence of mind to try to run away, but it's too late. The goblins throw spiderweb nets over them, get them into degrading sticky hogties, and suspend them in the air above a bubbling slime pit in the city. They howl with rage as they dangle nude in front of countless mocking goblins, round bottoms flexing as they struggle, full dark-nippled breasts dangling beneath them.

The chief is too overwhelmed with emotion to speak. A single tear trickles down his goblin cheek.

"I your minion," he croaks. "You my Dark Lord."

"That's what I like to hear."