The witch's eyes narrowed, just a little, as the goblins emerged from the fog- These were *not* the fearsome guardians she's expected. Something like a three-headed hellhound, a obsidian behemoth...*Those* were the classic ones- Right? On second glance, they were *very* well-equipped goblins, in oddly intricate armor- And enchanted weapons, marked with symbols that were *almost* familiar...Similar to the very ones she'd *studied*, in fact!<br/><br/>She could feel the sheer lechery in their eyes as their gazes ran over her lovely form; In her sleek violet bustier, dewdrops of sweat glistening like gems in her blonde hair, that absurdly pointed hat perched on her head, Lucille *was* a vision of beauty...And it's hard to get upset with people who are complementing you.<br/><br/>"Hello there, boys~" Lucille giggled, a coy smile on her lips- Half-turning, by reflex, to make it *easier* for them to feast their eyes on her! She was intrigued, she had to admit...And had the strangest inkling that they'd lead her *right* to what she needed...Where was the harm in playing nice? Her green eyes flashed, as she leaned forward, her pert behind ever-so-slightly raised as the hem of her lacy skirt rode up...Bending over, deep and low, to look the goblins in the face- And coincidentally giving them a long, good look into the deep 'V' of her cleavage.<br/><br/>"Oh, you say the *sweetest* things~" she answered, her full lips curling into a smirk. "-Tell me...Are you *this* nice to every girl..." And Lucille batted her long, long lashes, glancing at them through half-lidded eyes...Though one hand remained, quite prudently, on the Gunner's Broom. "-Or am I<em>special</em>?"