You're a mighty elemental dragon who resides in Pyroue, the land of the god of fire and passion.

You were flying over the scenic capital of Pyroue, Proime, enjoying the rising sun reflecting off the scales of your dragon form. You stop a ways away from the city to get a drink at a spring when you feel someone grabbing your tail, you see an elf-looking man with firery eyes examining your dragon tail with a fascinated look on his face.

"Would it hurt to be smacked by your tail, dragon?"