ribbon embroidery style, dimensional, colorful, patterned, textured in the dimly lit tunnel, the goblin war buggy's sleek, midnight black armor glistens with an oily sheen, its angular lines and sharp edges softened by the flickering torchlight that casts a sultry glow. a 30 year old female warlord, her raven hair tied back in a messy bun, sits astride the buggy's cockpit, her eyes fixed intently on the tunnel's dark horizon as her slender fingers dance across the controls. the air is heavy with the scent of smoke and ozone as the buggy's engines purr to life, sending wisps of steam curling up from its vents like tendrils of misty desire. as the war buggy begins to move, the shadows on the tunnel walls seem to writhe and twist in time with the rhythm of its pistons, casting an erotic spell that draws the eye inexorably forward, deeper into the heart of the tunnel.