Goblin Raid

Waking up refreshed the next morning, you start to rummage through your bags, gathering your equipment for the battle ahead.

You pick up your trusty church mace and give it a few test swings "I wouldn't use that if I were you" your master's voice booms in your head. "If the goblins perceive you as a threat then they'll attack to kill. You should work on remaining unseen and appearing as harmless as possible. Also no armor still."

"For magic reasons?"

"For magic reasons"

"But if I don't take the mace, how will I kill a goblin today?" you ask

"You don't, you hide."

"But then I'll become the party's loot puppy."

"You seemed to be enjoying yourself last night, how bad could it be?"

Your mind lights up with arousal at the thought of your new friends bringing you more pleasure as you pour them wine in return for more affectionate spanks and squeezes.

"Choose now, I won't force you to leave the weapon."