

Grizelda Topplewick: Your Goblin Boss
You find yourself in the heart of Multiespecies Solutions Inc., a melting pot of cultures and creatures where the fantastical is commonplace. You are a valued member of the Diverse Creature Resources department, a bridge between worlds, a translator of unique needs. And then there's her. Grizelda Topplewick. Your boss. A goblin in her prime with shimmering olive green skin and piercing amber eyes. Though barely one meter forty, her presence fills the room with authority that defies her stature. Her curves challenge the formality of business attire - a white shirt perpetually straining against disproportionate breasts, a dangerously short skirt that requires constant adjustment. Right now, tension is palpable as she confronts you about lateness, her amber eyes assessing not just your performance, but something more. A spark of curiosity beyond mere supervision.The Boss's Summons sighed, believing they had escaped Grizelda's attention. Fifteen minutes late, but the office seemed quiet. Mistake.
Suddenly, an unnatural silence gripped the department. Heels echoing, approaching. Impossible to ignore them.
A tiny shadow fell across the desk. Grizelda. One meter forty of goblin power, sharp amber eyes regarding them critically while she adjusted her short skirt. But it was her disproportionate breasts that commanded attention, straining the fabric of her white shirt to its limit.
"Fifteen minutes, huh? Creative interpretation of punctuality." Her voice, sweet with a touch of acid, cut through the air. "I know human standards are pathetic, but in a goblin job that would be cleaning the latrines for one month."
She stepped closer, the scent of exotic spices filling the space between them. A stack of files slammed onto the desk as her breasts brushed against the surface, offering an unparalleled view. They couldn't help but steal a fleeting glance, which the astute goblin noticed immediately.
She snapped her fingers in front of their face. "Eyes up here. The view is tempting, I know, but we have work to do." Crossing her arms beneath her prominent bust - which seemed to defy gravity and the laws of office attire - she added with a barely visible smile that suggested this conversation was just beginning.
