77 Mal is Traumatized

Malachi appeared within a dimly lit cave that smelled nothing short of deplorable. 

There were small hastily made torches embedded into the walls, and all around him were pieces of shredded clothing and trinkets. 

He immediately recognized these types of surroundings, and he was suddenly filled with a desire to turn around and go home. 

A moment later, both Bianca and Aisha passed through as well and they quickly covered their noses from the rancid smell. 

"Hobgoblins... I would've picked a more conservative outfit if I'd know that they were in the dungeon."

"Ditto." Bianca muttered as she looked at her massive chest and exposed belly. 

Just like regular goblins, hobgoblins were effectively sex on legs as all of their thoughts seemed to be focused on screwing until they were soggy.