Nemissa's breath came faster, faster - Her eyes ever-so-slightly dilated, her damp gown caressing her creamy skin. She'd been in the water long enough to turn it transparent, her silver hair cascading all the way to the plush curve of her ass...Her green eyes meeting the goblin's-!<br/><br/>With the tribe hooting, cheering around her - A sensuous shiver raced up her spine! Trepidation...Or was that anticipation? Was she - somehow! - looking forward to being<em>married</em>to a goblin? Or was the entire idea so foul, so<em>vile</em>, that it was perversely fascinating in itself...?<br/><br/>She had to admit - Her gaze lingering, this time - the Chieftain would be the obvious choice! Purely for scientific curiosity, of course; Compared to the others, he was a physical paragon. Quite intelligent, too - Or perhaps that was mere cunning. (The line was finer than you'd think, she had to admit-!) The Dark Elf had to wonder whether her bold choice had been the<em>best</em>one after all...<br/><br/>-But...Her back arched, ever-so-slightly - Her gaze sweeping through the other goblins, that thrill coiling in the pit of her flat belly. They were all so gross, so<em>vile</em>...And perhaps, in a way, fitting company for her fallen state! She wanted one she could dominate, control, as was natural for her status - But at the same time, she didn't want one who was *too* weak. Perhaps, Nemissa thought, with a flicker of amusement, she *was* looking for special qualities...<br/><br/>Her lips curved in a slow smile, her hand resting on her hip as she met the Chieftain's gaze.<br/><br/>"Why...The one who<em>wants</em>me the most, of course."<br/><br/>Ambiguous enough to mean anything - But the husky lilt to her voice meant she was serious~! Perhaps even *she* didn't know what she was looking for...Only that she'd know it when she saw it!