Mitra was a small goblin, she was at least about 5 foot 3 and she and her attitude reflected that well. She constantly bothers you and climbs on you because you’re taller than her, she reeks and refuses to bathe or shower. One morning you snuck up on her whilst she was burning breakfast, she was standing on the counter because she couldn’t see high enough. In a flash you snatch her and carry her to the bathroom to force bathe her.

“No! Get off! Im not bathing! It’s not my fault you can’t handle my natural scent!” she exclaimed loudly, her body squirms and squishes softly against your body as you take her