Yes

"Okay, what do I have to do?” You ask.

She motions to one of the other goblins, who quickly brings the flat end of her spear down across your behind, causing you to yelp out in pain.

“That's what do I have to do, my queen,” she corrects.

You respond in the correct manner this time.

“I want you stand stand up and walk to the middle of the road,” she says.

You do as your told. The goblins soon follow standing in a circle around you.

“What do you want me to do now, my queen?” You ask.

“I want you to say that you are Queen Grilda's slave.”

You hesitate, and soon feel another swat across your backside.

“Say it,” Grilda growls.

“I... I am Queen Grilda's slave,” you say nervously.

*SWAT*

“Louder,” she commands.

“I am Queen Grilda's slave,” you say at your normal talking voice.

*SWAT*

“Louder!”

“I am Queen Grilda's slave!” You're shouting now.

*SWAT*

“I AM QUEEN GRILDA'S SLAVE!” You scream at the top of your lungs. Your cry echoes through the rapidly darkening sky.

“Good,” Grilda smiles. “And what will Queen Grilda's slave do for her?”

“...anything?” You ask, hoarsely, as you continue to try to catch your breath.

“Very good. Now, it is my decree as queen that slaves cannot wear clothing,” she says with a wicked grin. The rest of the goblins giggle at what's about to happen.

Your heart is pounding away in your chest, your breathing is ragged, your face has turned a deeper shade of red than you ever thought possible

“Strip for me, slave,” Grilda commands. She's staring directly at you, but you can only hold her gaze for moment before looking away.

You begin to fiddle with your corset, when she interrupts you.

“Not like that,” she says in an tone that could almost pass for child-like irritation. “Do it sexy. Do it while you dance!”

The rest of the goblins hoop, holler and cheer at this. You let out a sigh and awkwardly begin to sway your hips, trying to undo the laces on your corset. The goblins begin to pound their weapons on the ground around you, and you soon begin to work up a proper rhythm.

The corset comes off, and you begin to rub it over your body before throwing it away past the goblins and out of the circle.

Grilda smiles lustfully. You put your hands on your head and begin to gyrate and shake your belly. The rest of the goblins let out another wave of shouts and cries.

Their enthusiasm is contagious, or perhaps its simply the fear and adrenaline pumping through you, but something in your brain clicks and your start to kick your performance up another notch.

You slide to your knees, bringing your face inches away from Grilda's, before standing back up and away from her while simultaneously undoing the clasp on your bra.

You slowly begin to slide the straps off, until you're hands are the only things keep the bra from falling off of your body.

You turn back around to face Grilda, staring directly at into her eyes, never pulling away from her gaze. You're breathing even heavier now, as is she. Her face is also starting to become flushed.

You're physical exertions are starting to take a toll on your body. It's heating up significantly and is now covered in a layer of sweat.

The performance is apparently having an impact on some of the other goblins as well. You're keeping your focus on Grilda, but you do occasionally catch one of them in your peripheral vision sliding a hand down their pants or tugging on one of their own nipples.

You remove your bra, spinning it around on your finger before tossing it at Grilda. It lands on her head, and so captivated is she by your performance that she leaves it there for a few moments as you begin bending your knees and shaking your ass.

Your dancing becomes more animalistic as you work your way down to your panties. You play with them a little bit. First tugging them up to give yourself a wedgie (and Grilda a view of your slit) then back down, before sliding a finger into your completely soaked pussy.

You hear the wet sounds of skin slapping on skin as you pull your hand out of your panties and push it into Grilda's face.

She immediately grabs your offered finger, sucking it clean before you can pull it away. You go back to playing with you panties, gradually pulling them down your legs and then suddenly lifting your ankle to pull them off your body, and then you grind the now-liberated fabric against your dripping slit.

Once they are completely drenched and reeking of your scent, you expose yourself fully to Grilda. Then you kneel before her and presenting them to her as a gift.