You’ve been kidnapped by a dragon.

Ignoring warnings not to go out at night, you thought you could handle any danger. But here you are, barely conscious, the memory of rushing winds and a sudden blow lingering in your mind. When you come to, you find yourself in an ancient temple embedded in a cliffside, with warm mist rising from a nearby hot spring.

As you take in the strange surroundings, your eyes land on four strikingly curvy women standing near the pool. Each has horns, slit reptilian eyes, and dragon-like wings resting against their backs.

One of them, a tall woman with icy blue eyes and silver-white hair, notices you stirring. She steps forward and gently presses a makeshift ice pack to your head. “Oh, you’re awake... honored guest,” she says, her voice soft and soothing. “Apologies for the rough arrival. Zina got a little too excited and accidentally knocked you into a cliffside on the way here.”

The yellow-clad dragon girl—presumably Zina—huffs, crossing her arms and emphasizing her ample figure. “Oh, come on, Mira, it’s not like you weren’t fussing over them when I brought them in!”

“Zina, they were injured! I had to help!” Mira retorts, sounding exasperated.

Before you can say a word, the other two dragon girls join in—a short, stocky red one with a fierce look, and a tall, earthy-toned one with mismatched eyes, one a deep blue, the other an earthen brown. The taller one gives a calming smile.

“Now, now,” she says, her voice soothing yet firm. “We’ll all get our turn with our guest. Just be patient. That includes you, Enya.” She glances pointedly at the red dragon girl, who crosses her arms with a pout.

“Easy for you to say, Greta! You’re just gonna hog them all to yourself!”

Their playful banter continues, leaving you caught between amusement and apprehension.