Nixi’s ears drooped as she looked down at her breakfast. A tiny bowl of gruel, and a moldy bread crust. That was it. Which might not have been so bad, if not for a few facts. One, there was fresh bread and bacon cooking in the kitchen, the delicious smell filling the whole inn. Two, she would be worked like a dog for the rest of the day, half starved until dinnertime. And three, Oskar, was charging her an arm and a leg for this sad little meal. That and everything else.

Nixi was a young goblin woman. A former inhabitant of the Ghost Light Bog. About a year ago, the majority of her tribe had been wiped out by a dragon, and rather than try to eek out a living deeper in the undead infested swamps, Nixi decided to be a little ambitious and make it in the civilized world of the humans. She found her way to a rickety building called “The Last Stop Inn and Tavern” and being nïave to the ways of humans, had signed a contract. Oskar had assured her she'd be paid a fair wage and treated right, that the contract was just a formality. And since Nixi couldn't read anyway, she'd scribbled down the four letters Oskar taught her, and that was that. She would have been better off dodging ghouls in the swamps.

Oskar was a cruel man. He charged exorbitant prices for everything. The crappy meals, her burlap smock, her “room” which was just a little storage cupboard under the stairs that she shared with a gnome woman. Which was better than the big room all the other girls shared. One roommate and a room Oskar couldn't bother squeezing into, it wouldn't be half bad if he didn't charge palace rates for it. With all her work, cooking, cleaning, and anything else he dreamed up, Nixi was only making a few coppers a day. It would take her years to pay off the 25 gold her contract was worth.

Some of the other girls made decent money selling themselves to the patrons of the inn. Nixi tried that too, but it was hard to compete with lithe elves and beautiful humans. She was a short, chubby little goblin, with floppy ears and wild black hair. Nobody would want head from a mouth filled with razor sharp teeth. Nobody would want to be touched by her clawed hands. The few customers who showed any interest in her tended to be rather cruel. She was a goblin after all. She was more a revenge fantasy to those types than anything else. Sure, she had nice curves. Big tits, wide hips, and nice fat ass, but she also had chubby thighs, and a full belly (still, despite her lack of food somehow!), and it seemed the average human was opposed to green.

Nixi dreamed of some brave sexy adventurer coming in, buying up her contract, and sweeping her away to far off and interesting places. Although lately, her fantasies were just about getting a real pair of pants and living somewhere that didn't stink of swamp gas. Sadly both dreams seemed equally impossible. So with a resigned sigh, Nixi scarfed down her sad little breakfast, and got up to endure another miserable day.

(I'd prefer to write with women, but if a man writes me something interesting, I'm open to it. I'm in a subby and cuddly mood, so I'm not interested in anything super rough. Chats will be ignored, low effort replies will be mocked. Please just jump right in, I find it much more fun to make things up as we go rather than plan everything out)