[GM] Not in the slightest.

Krin makes it under the workbench with seconds to spare. A pair of clawed, scaly feet appear on the stairs, followed shortly by the rest of the kobold descending them. Her clothing is ragged and ill-fitting, probably scavenged, skirt more holes than leather and top sliding off her shoulders. She's slim and short, coming up just past Krin's waist, but moves with a confidence uncommon for her species. An amulet hangs between her modest breasts, the glittering blue geode radiating power.

"I know I heards youse... Don't hides from me, I's don't like it when peoples sneak around..." she croons, standing on the last step and sweeping her eyes over the room. Her eyes light on the end of Krin's staff poking out from under the workbench. She smiles, a toothy crocodile grin that turns into a leer as her eyes trace the length of the staff up to Krin huddled under the table and very obviously ****. It's immediately obvious that the kobold is a futanari, her rising erection tenting her skirt. "There youse is..."

She walks toward the workbench, a confident, dangerous sway in her hips. "Sees, this my lair. I's don't like that youse sneaky, but since youse pretty... If youse good, I make youse mine the nice way, too." Her eyes lock with Krin's as she raises a hand and utters a guttural phrase in Draconic as she tries to charm him.

[GM] A kobold enters the room, looking around with narrowed eyes. She's wearing a glittering blue geode pendant. It looks like a mage's focus. She attempts to spot you, 1d20(10) + CAUTION (2) = 12. Roll CAUTION to stay hidden.

[P] 1d20 (3) + CAUTION (3) = 6 Fuck.

[GM] Fuck indeed. She spots you and leers at your naked, pregnant body, skirt tenting over her half-chub. Roll a WILL save as she attempts to cast Charm Person on you. DC 12.

[P] I get advantage because of Fey Ancestry... 2d20 (9,11) + WILL (2) = 13. Whew.

[GM] She just cast a spell on you, now what will you do?