There's more sheep to sheer and only so much time to do it

Hilda just looks at the goblin staring back at her and blinks. Her mind is trapped in a fog and all she can do is gawk at them slack-jawed.

"Normally they don't change that much..." says the goblin girl as she waves her hand in front of the piggish woman's face.

"I've seen it happen before... once or twice," says one of her associates, who is still busy pulling the silk boxers off of a now naked garment merchant, exposing his erect cock.

Hilda coos in base delight as the goblin examining her puts her grubby little hand on her forehead.

"So what do we do with her?" The green girl asks.

"Take her with the rest of them, but set her aside. I think Madame Cheretu likes to study them," her comrade says as she takes the dim-witted merchantman by the dick and starts guiding him to the exit.

The man groans in pleasure as he is lead away in the most humiliating fashion possible.

Hilda continues to affectionately rub her face against the little goblin's hand.

"Well, you heard her," the thief says as she takes Hilda's hand. "Come on..."

Hilda doesn't resist as she is taken to the exit with the rest of the naked, dull-minded, and increasingly chubby victims of the food tent.

One by one, they are all marched out of the back of the tent as the goblins rapidly reset their trap for the next round of fools.