A... female goblin?

You hear some faint ranting and grumbling coming from the archway. It sounds like the way people at the village imitated goblin speech, and something about it is a bit too familiar. Every few seconds you swear you can make out a few words or phrases.

With the coast clear, you round the corner and deftly duck behind a pile of garbage and debris, looking into a modestly large room, about the size of a house back at the village. An old and cracked Dwarven lantern flickers just well enough to cover the hovel in impotent yellow light. This is where a dozen or so goblins have made their home, evidently shitting down a mineshaft and piling refuse in any corner that doesn't contain shiny things. They've discarded most of their rags along with their gear at the end of the day and are all huddled around a loot-bag in their loincloths.

"Big dumb-dumb!" a tall goblin, or perhaps the only one with good posture, hisses as it shoves one of the others into a pile of scrap, "This no treasure, just junk!" They're definitely speaking the common language of the realm, if a broken version of it.

"No junk," the one lying in trash spatters back, "shiny-shiny." One of the other goblins holds up a glimmering object and affirms, "shiiiiiinyyyy~" before the tall one snatches it out of his hand to appraise it.

"This... glass." the tall one seethes, then throws the cup at the wall where it shatters to the distressed wailing of the other goblins. "See? Junk - shiny junk."

In that moment you notice more things that distinguish the tall one from the other goblins: a short mop of curly dark green hair, where the others are bald; smooth, thick legs attached to remarkably broad hips; and... breasts? That can't be right - goblins are all male, and this tall creature is clearly a goblin. You must be seeing things. But it's true - they jiggle through the rag wrapped around her chest as she turns around and they squish up as she crosses her arms, huffing in disapproval of the others.

You are so caught up staring at her barely-covered breasts that you almost don't realize that she's now looking straight at you. Just as it looks like your cover is blown, the other goblins grab her and shove her to the ground. Evidently, they'd had quite enough of her attitude and now resolve to make her the submissive one.

"No, wait," she protests in vain, "Human! Human there!" She points at where you're hiding but one of the others grabs her wrist and pins it to her back.

"Stupid bitch," he licks her big pointy ear, "no trick us. Now you the loot."

She looks up at you wide-eyed as the others cackle and tear off what little garments she had left.