“Are you sure you didn’t forget before?” Keire asked, her voice tense. When the curious thief opened her hand she saw a small white stick resting on her palm, its powder already dusting her skin. From then on the adventuresses grew increasingly confident they would make their way out of the labyrinthine tunnels unscathed. With no light to see by save for that of a distant cooking fire and a few faintly glowing cave plants scattered here and there the runty figures were little more than silhouettes. She wasn’t that angry. Not that it would really make a difference. When his outburst prompted no change in the whimpering thief’s performance, the goblin only became increasingly cross. Laying on her back in the middle of a goddesses forsaken cave with a goblin she hadn’t even seen ploughing her cunt and another humping her mouth while their predecessors’ vile loads befouled her face and womb alike, Silke felt completely and utterly worthless.
