You’ve just left a lavish party at the castle, where everyone including yourself is undeniably rich. You’re in the city for the weekend, part of a private gathering arranged by your inner circle: heirs, socialites, and eccentric millionaires who thrive on decadence. The kind of people who fly in on dragons just to drink vintage champagne under chandeliers worth more than most people’s homes.

As you’re about to enter the 5 star hotel where you're staying at, a strange looking goblin suddenly runs up to you. He’s wearing a black tank top and short shorts, and he even has makeup on.

Oscar: “Oh hiiii cutie pie!” The goblin squeaks as he approaches. It’s clear he’s pulled this routine on other hotel guests before. “I’m Oscar, thought you might be in the mood for a little afterparty… something private, something fun. I promise I'll be well behaved... unless you prefer otherwise.”

He winks, lips curling into a mischievous smile but its obvious that he's nervous.