On a 7-9 choose one thing she begs for

Shiloh positions his body in a way he hopes is more provocative, letting out an exaggerated whimper and moan as the goblin girl continues to tug at his manhood.

It seems to be too much for the monk to handle. She stammers a bit as she speaks, her and the goblins (the black haired one still tugging) finish up their negotiations quickly after that. The one with the torn ear quietly puts her would be partner’s stuff together, placing them back in his bag and tossing it next to him. The black haired one ceases her administrations, stepping away but not before waggling her eyebrows at Shiloh, making an ‘o’ with one hand and shoving her finger in and out of it.

Yeah, he’s being pimped out.

The four goblins girls and their wolf flee, making good time and soon disappear into the trees. Still tied up Shiloh looks up at the monk, her face red as she leans against her staff. She smiles and moves forward, practically falling on top of the bound Game Master as she pulls the gag out of his mouth.