Hilda wallows as the goblins have their own fun

Hilda shamelessly lies there naked, exposed, and utterly content as she gently runs one hand over her enormously soft belly.

"Mmmmm," she blissfully coos to herself, lost in her hedonistic sensations as her tongue plays with her cute little tusks.

Strangely, all the other diners ignore her. It's as if they are all in trances of their own, mindlessly consuming their own food. In fact, they don't seem to be aware of anything beyond their own plates!

Soon, members of the goblin's staff appear en masse, and begin rooting through the patron's possessions, taking anything that strikes their fancy.

The greedy little green skinned women and men loot indiscriminately, taking from the (soon-to-be-not-so) rich and (the now even more) poor.

They are like a plague of locusts, descending upon their unresponsive prey and consuming everything in their path.

First they start by plucking coin pouches from belts (and then come back for the belts a minute later), yanking leather boots and shoes off peoples' feet, and slipping weddings rings, necklaces, and even glasses off their mind-numbed marks.

Then a few pairs of goblins pushing wheel barrows show up, and help their victims cast off their outer garments. Fancy coats, jackets, shawls, even bits of armor are liberated from their former owners and dumped unceremoniously in a heap on top of the increasingly-full wheel barrows.

Those are followed up by more goblins helping the increasingly exposed victims shuck their shirts, skirts, pants, and dresses, until those who were wealthy enough to have underwear are exposing it to the world.

Of course, goblins are an egalitarian lot, and they aren't about to let the 'haves' have any more than the 'have-nots' (unless they're the 'haves'), so those last few scraps of cotton, silk, and in one rather naughty case, leather have got to go.

"Mmmmm, what a wonderful meal," sighs a now naughtily nude socialite as she is about to dab her mouth with a monogrammed silk handkerchief.

A goblin quickly pries it from her fingers, causing the naked human to smear the sauce adorning her lips across her now ring-free hand.

"Yes, quite," coos her not-so-elegant elf companion, just as the girdle is sliced off her strangely softening frame, exposing her soft, pudgy belly to the world.

"Shall we move on?" The human woman says as she stands, her furry bush now eye-level with her friend.

"Yes, there's still so much to see," agrees the elf as she casually stretches, letting everyone around her see every inch of her increasingly flabby, imperfect body. By the time she's taken three steps, her hips are wider than they've ever been.

The goblins all giggle as their naked, unassuming victims are guided out the back of the tent so another group of sheep can be sheered.

Then, one turns to look at Hilda. "Hey, what's her deal?"

Hilda just blinks back at the goblin.