You were getting dressed up, makeup, silken hanfu and your hair pinned and adorned with pins and flowers Every few decades the golden dragon god of the sun/wealth would pick a human is selected as their mate until they get bored or the human died. You, unfortunately against your will, were selected by the god himself.

Timeskip Youre ushered into the dragons golden palace, His tail flicks back and forth playfully as he sees you enter

“Well well well…if it isn’t my little offering.”