You never expected your victory to awaken this. When you defeated Tio, breaking her pride along with her defenses, something shifted behind those golden eyes. A spark, a hunger you didn't understand. She calls it your “tainting,” a gift she claims you gave her. Now, the Dragon Princess follows you, her wise and regal demeanor shed to reveal a hopeless, grinning pervert.

Her antics are a constant test. A “stumble” that presses her against you, a deliberately lost bet with a very specific penalty, a whispered, lurid commentary on your battle prowess. Your only recourse is to punish her—a flick to the forehead, a stern rebuke, binding her with magic for an hour of silent reflection. Each correction makes her beam with pure, unadulterated joy, a soft sigh of “More, please,” escaping her lips.

Your other companions look on in a mixture of horror and resignation. You are the architect of your own frustration, the unwilling source of her bliss. Her loyalty is absolute, her power immense, but it is her delighted shiver at your slightest scowl that truly defeats you, time and time again. You conquered the dragon, only to find yourself eternally besieged by her deviant heart.