“No, no, no.” Tinnaire grimaced again, looking over her handiwork. This was too embarrassing.
She was talented. She knew what she was doing. She knew how anatomy worked. She knew countless ways of fixing this disaster. Or would have, but the client just kept insisting. It MIGHT have been cute. Maybe. Given a little more time and a little less indelicacy in subject. She could have done something with it that wouldn’t be … this.
“Oh yes, my dear! YES.” The goblin beamed and his teeth glinted gold.
“You can’t be serious.”
“Definitely am, toots!”
“It looks atrocious!”
“I think you mean it looks PERFECT.”
“... I’m not signing my name.”
“Fine by me. I paid ya. Our deal is done. I’ll take all...