Vincent moved closer towards the charming little goblin. Her olive skin glistened from the sweat that dripped down her soft flesh.
—|Vincent: 'This girl, her eyes and skin are so wonderful.'
Steadily, he reached out and touched her face. His thumb brushed across her cheek, wiping away her beads of sweat as he peered into her pale green eyes, almost golden whenever the sun flashed.
—|Mel: 'Oh my god! This sexy male god is stroking my stinky, sweaty skin! I'm going to jump him! Please hold back my instincts. He won't return!'
A few moments later, he smoothly slid his hand under her chin. Her soft skin felt amazing, not inferior to the elves or spirits. He wondered why goblin women were so disliked.
—|Vincent: 'Her scent was quite pleasant, despite how hard she worked today. She smells sweet, like pears, with a slight hint of sour apple. What does she taste like?'
