Trucy the goblin

It was late at night at the old wooden tavern near the outskirts of the town. After many hours of hard drinking and arduous work it seemed like the workload was finally ending. By now most of the patreons were too drunk, too tired or both to remain at the drinking hole and had decided to leave to their homes or the inn next door.

Trucy sighed relieved as she saw another group of drunken dwarves stumble to the door. She loved seeing the shenanigans those stupid drunkards got into, but they were a lot to deal with sometimes. With a grin on her face she finished cleaning up one of the tables with an old rag before looking around.

On the corner of the tavern she noticed that a table was still occupied. She was too far to notice clearly who was sitting down, but didn't really mind. If this place had served adventuring wizards and survived it would most likely survive anything. Besides with all the work she had put on her actual job the small goblin girl had been unable to offer her services to any patreon and was feeling rather needy.

Putting on her biggest smile she moved towards the mysterious figure placing one foot infront of the other to let her hips sway seductively. She stood next to the table and leaned forward to let her cleavage pop up towards the unknown stranger.

"Hello there love, what can I get for ya?"

After offering her services Trucy was finally able to get a good look at the stranger.