It's the best one you're gonna get...

You let out a sigh and agree to the deal.

"What other choice do I have?" You think to yourself.

The goblin smiles a toothy grin up at you and starts cutting the ropes, taking extra care to ensure she doesn't damage her new booty.

"What is she even going to do with them? It's not like they'll fit her," you think to yourself.

The rest of the goblins have since surrounded you, cutting off any chance for escape. Their leader finishes cutting the last rope, and you take a moment to enjoy your new-found freedom by moving your arms and scratching your nose. But your revelry is cut short by the bossy goblin.

"Come on, hurry up! A deal's a deal!" She tugs on your trousers as two of her minions point sharpened sticks at you. "Gimme!"

You pull the shirt over your head and drop it on the ground, to the excited squealing of the goblins.

Your face gets warmer at the thought of stripping for a bunch of goblins armed with little more than some sticks and a rusty knife. "This is so humiliating!"

Next come the pants. You already lost your belt, so it's just a mater of sliding them down your legs and stepping out of them. As soon as they come off the goblins cheer again, partly at the thought of getting loot, and partly at the idea of getting to degrade one of those human jerks.

"Ok, you got what you want," you say, trying not to shiver too much at the thought of standing in your underwear out in the middle of nowhere while an excitable group of goblins leers at you. "You're going to let me go now, right?"

"Not yet," says the leader. "I wanna get a good look at you. Put your hands on your head and twirl around," she says, gesturing with her a knife to let you know it's an order, not a request.

You sigh and start to slowly comply.