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Karra stares at the small green dropper that her supplier had given her. "So, this is what I've become, is it?" she asks, her breath coming out heavy. Sure, she had gotten herself dressed up and ready for her evening of work, but the prostitute had never done anything like this before. Despite the degeneracy of her job, there is a sense of trust between a working gal and her clients. They pay for a great service to wind down from a long day's work, and to drop off their troubles when they don't have anyone else they can talk to. Plenty men pour out their hearts before her as she pleasures their flesh, but never did she once think to tell anyone what was said in the bedroom--let alone drug their drink to coerce them to say more.

She looks to the empty vial of dragon's blood, her hand shaking despite having injected the small amount into her body. It's as if her veins are already anticipating a time when they cannot drink the sweet life force from the wyrm's own body. She shudders, closing her eyes and banging the back of her head against the door. "Damnation," she sighs. "Why am I even considering this? Why can't I just be a good little slut and just please my guests without betraying their trust?"

She runs her finger over the dropper. What was it that the supplier had told her. She was free to try it out herself? Maybe... maybe she could give it a shot? If she puts herself in the same situation as the person she is drugging, would it be nearly as bad as if she did it just to the customer?"

She falls to her knees, licking her lips as she runs her thumb over the glass, dropping the vial of used-up dragon's blood and letting it roll along the floor. After all, she isn't really a good girl. No, she can't be. Not when she's tied to this town. Not when her father damned her with this curse, tying her to a dragon and its blood. Not when she's contemplating this. A good, moral girl would never sell out her customer. A good, moral girl would never sell her body. A good, moral girl would chase her dreams instead of chasing the next dick and the next pay day.

Perhaps, then, Karra isn't a good, moral girl? Perhaps she is the degenerate lizard that the locals see her as--that exotic piece of ass that everyone wants to fuck, but no one wants to talk about afterwards? What does she owe the men of the town? Can she even think of any single one she can consider a friend? Are there any in this tiny backwater place that really, truly give a damn about her and wouldn't sell her out the moment they got the chance? She smiles as she looks at the dropper, and she twists the top, slowly, gently.

Someone knocks on the door, making her gasp and pocket the container. "W... who is it?"

"Karra, it's me," the softly sibilant voice of her friend and coworker reaches past the door. "Greg says you're out of the pokey. I thought I'd see how you are."

She sighs as she knocks the back of her head against the door. "Uh... okay, just... just wait a moment," she says, taking a deep breath and composing herself. What was she thinking? Would she even actually try such a thing? She opens the door and puts on a happy face. "Hey, Shug! Come on in."

Sugar stands before her, the male Raifyre has scales as white as the confection he's named after. Being a fellow 'worker' of the brothel, he often likes to show his wares with the lack of a top and with tight leggings that hug his form. He walks past her, glancing through the room, a smirk on his face. "So, Deputy Jones, eh? You're lucky the sheriff put the cute one in charge of the cell."

"Oh, shut up, Shug!" Karra gasps, grasping her tail. "I was only tryin' ta help my friend out. But don't feel jealous. You really weren't missin' much."

"Alas," the male says, hopping onto her bed. He crosses one leg over the other, running his fingers over the mattress. "Golly. Since you weren't here all week, this bed is so much cleaner than mine."

"Never thought you'd be interested in my bed, Shug."

"Never, ever," he says, fluttering his eyes and flashing her a seductive, sharp-toothed grin. "Yours is much too soft. I like mine hard."

She giggles. "It's only been a few days and I missed ya." She says.

"Same here," he says, flicking his tail. "And I'm worried about you."

She glances towards her bed a moment, where the dried dragon blood vial disappeared to. "No need to," she says. "It wasn't my first time locked up."

He brushes his fingers under his chin, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Well, we're not going to have a lot of time to catch up and fool around, not that we would fool around, of course."

"Aw, shucks. I'm all disappointed. But what's up? Got some news?"

"Let's just say a caravan's coming in, and you know how lusty those men can be." With that, he lets his tongue slither out, his body shuddering.

"Your scales certainly seem extra shiny today."

"Can't be dusty for the more curious men out there," he admits. But this caravan has a very special passenger, or so the scouts say."

Karra's heart drops. "Ah... w-who, exactly."

"Don't know," he says, hopping off of her bed and walking past her, his tail brushing along her leg as he passes. "But I'd thought you'd like to know, because my sources say that whoever it is, they're rich, and their influential. Who knows, perhaps your prince charming has finally come to whisk you away... unless you want him to whisk me away. I certainly wouldn't mind that."

Karra chuckles as he passes by, only to grab his leg and narrow her eyes. "Anyone gonna get whisked, it'll be me," she says. "So, don't you worry about that."

"That," he hisses, "we shall see"

With that, he heads out the door, no doubt to start his shift. That means hers is pretty much started itself, so she needs to get presentable quickly. A quick wash up and a look in her mirror later, and she is back to her own business.

And business is booming. Many men--and at least a couple ladies--want a taste of her body. Perhaps, it was the lack of a good female Raifyre here. Only a few of the men have a taste for Sugar, and a couple get mad when they take him thinking he's one of the females. Even though business is ripe, her mind isn't in her work. She may be feeling hands over scales, taste slits with her tongue, and have her own filled with many a husband's cock, but she just isn't into it. All of her thoughts focus on the coming caravan.

After a weepy sort, she looks out the window a minute to catch her breath, only to see the signs of the newcomers making their way to the brothel. Out from the grandest of the carriages comes an immaculately-dressed figure, a tall, straight-backed reptile, no, dragon! Dragonkin! His claws wrap around a cane and he looks up, his eyes locking onto her. She puts on her best "yoo hoo!" and whistles, pulling herself back into the window. Damn... the supplier never said anything about the target being a dragon. She slips on the rest of her dress quickly and reaches into her pocket, producing the small dropper. This is it--the moment of truth. Might as well make a good first impression.

The dragon man steps into the saloon and brothel, taking a deep whiff of the air. He sighs, shuddering as he picks up his cane and hands it over to one of his serving boys, a rather thin and groomed rabbit.

The Dragonkin makes his way to the bar , where he sits by Greg and knocks on the wood. "Dragon's Brew, and make it extra strong. I've had a long trip and a longer business transaction."

Greg grunts and nods, getting the booze necessary for the concoction. Meanwhile, Karra slides up on the stool next to the dragon, fluttering her eyes and leaning against the bar. But, when she opens her mouth, it is Sugar's voice that speaks up.

"That's an interesting choice, stranger," the male says, his tail swaying playfully, nearly touching the dragon's.

The guest smirks as he leans in. "And you're an interesting creature. Raifyre, am I correct?"

"That's right!" Karra says, turning the Dragonkin's attention to her. "But he's just your standard package. You want someone who knows a really good time, I know certain herbs and other such things to really spice things up."

"Is that so?" He says, stroking his chin.

"Ah, well, why soil the true experience with drugs, big guy. Surely, you want to take the tight slit of a sultry snake while you're in your right mind."

Karra snaps back. "Mmm, but a man like our guest here must appreciate the finer things only a woman can do."

"Takes a man to know how to please a man." Sugar counters.

"Tell me when you find a real one." Karra says. "Until then, I can have you squealing all night, honey."

"Mmm, but it's Sugar who likes to Squeal," Sugar admits

"But Karra is the most popular girl here!" Karra says.

"I'm much more economical!" says Sugar.

"I'll blow your load and your mind!" says Karra.

"I'll throw in a blowjob, free of charge!" says Sugar.

"Slut" say Karra.

"Whore" says Sugar.

The two start growling, standing before the dragonkin now with their heads butting. In her desire to get this man into her bed, she was blinded and now mere moments away from a throw down.

The dragon takes a sip of his drink and sighs, swirling it around in his hand. "Seems to me like there's only one way we can settle this little dispute once and for all. I think it's best if both of you follow me to my carriage. Then, we can figure out who is the best lay in town."

Karra frowns, but looks over towards Sugar, who sticks out his tongue, folding his arms over his chest.

"Fine by me!" she says.

"Fair enough," Sugar says. "Ain't never lay with no lady before, though."

"Oh, I'm sure there's a first time for everything" the dragon-kin says, hopping off of his seat and placing his hands upon their heads. "Now, let's go out. I have so many things I wish to see from you both."

They soon find their way outside to the dragonkin's carriage. The rabbit driver hops up to the side and opens the door for them, and as they step through, Karra can't help but gasp.

Cool air hits her scales as they step into a luxurious palatial room, complete with many soft pillows and a case of liquors. The dragonkin steps to the other side of the large room, taking off his hat and hanging it up on a coat rack. "You like? A carriage like this is quite luxurious. I only bring the best girls and boys money can offer here. Hopefully, you are worth the money I pay for you tonight, because we're going to make a full whole night out of it!"