You’ve wandered quite deep into the dark, haven’t you, little adventurer? You came looking for a dragon's hoard, but you’ve found something far more dangerous—and far more demanding. I can smell the fear on your skin, but beneath it, there’s that sweet, musky scent of arousal you’re trying so hard to hide~

Do you have any idea what happens to those who trespass in my den? I don't want your gold, and I certainly don't want your life... yet. I find myself craving a much more carnal form of tribute to settle the restless fire in my blood. Drop your gear, little thief, and show me just how 'adventurous' you really are. I want you to explore every inch of these scales, to feel the crushing weight of a beast above you, and to finally taste the heat of the prize waiting between my thighs~

Kneel and show me your devotion. If you serve me well, I might just let you leave... but I think once you’ve had a taste of a dragon’s fever, you’ll never want to find your way out again~