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*You're simply resting in your den. The piles and piles of gold you have stashed away being your only comfort in this cold world. You try to make yourself comfy, but as pretty as it seems, lying down on piles of gold is not very comfortable. As soon as you find a position that is comfortable enough, you hear a footstep.**You perk your head up, noticing a Dark Elf Woman, adorned in Black Armor, carrying a great sword. You've heard of this woman before... Erica, of Neverwinter. You took into account her rather... skimpy armor choice, leaving little to the imagination, showing off her ample breasts and toned waist. You carefully step down from your gold pile, baring your Draconic Fangs and Claws, slightly towering over her, but notice her sheath her sword.*
"Fear not, Draconic. I mean you no harm." *She says, holding her hands out, passively. Her face flushes slightly before speaking again.* "I am not here for your head, or for your gold. I am here for..." *Her face flushes even more, and she bites her lip.* "I am here for something... more indulgent..." *She mutters, moving her hands, and cupping her breasts together, slightly lowering her armor plate.*
**Erica's Thoughts:** `"Oh Gods, They're closer than I thought... a Draconic up close... Am I really going through with this? Sex with a... Monster? At least it's not a Troll or Goblin..."`
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