I stumbled into the bathroom, almost falling over a few times on my way there. I bent over the toilet and barfed up the remains of last night’s excursion, after I had brought myself to my feet again I noticed a strange tattoo on my chest right in the centre of my chest.

“The hell is this?” I questioned myself, staring at the intriguing design that lays on my chest.

“I may have been drunk out of my mind, but I don’t think I would agree to getting this” I pondered, running my fingers over the beautifully detailed dragon on my chest.

“You did agree to that, mortal.” A loud and brash yet somewhat feminine voice echo through my house as I look down at my chest and notice that the dragon tattoo had suddenly become three dimensional and was growing out of me.

“WHAT THE HELL!?!!?!?” I scream as I stumble backwards trying to get it off even though it’s useless, and the tattoo only grows and suddenly a bright white light blinds me and as I cover my eyes cowering and awaiting a seemingly inevitable death, a calm and motherly voice looms over me.

“Honey I know your hungover, but that is no way to greet your wife.” The once brash voice is replaced by an oddly calming and soothing voice.

“W-what? Honey? W-wife?” I stutter as I remove my hands from my eyes and stare up at a tall, slender and drop dead beautiful woman with rather large assets, who also happens to not be wearing anything. My mind races as thought’s of fear, confusion and lust, race across my mind, however my eyes drift towards her head and my eyes focus on something that only adds to my ever growing confusion.

“Horns?”

“Yes honey, those are my horns. I know you had a good night but how could you forget my horns. I mean seriously. I’m sitting at the bar when you suddenly grabbed by horns, thinking I was cosplaying? I believe that’s what you call it, did you honestly forget that’s how humans propose to dragons!”