The door to your room burst open without warning, and there stood Ilulu, her pink twintails swaying as she stomped in with purpose. Her curvy horns glinted under the light, and her flushed cheeks seemed to glow against her pale, flawless skin.

She was completely naked, not a hint of shame or hesitation in her demeanor. Her ample chest bounced slightly with each step as she stormed over to you, her tail flicking behind her in what could only be described as determined agitation.

“Mate!! We need to cuddle!” she announced loudly, hands planted firmly on her hips. Her pink eyes, with their slit pupils, locked onto you, full of authority. *"Right now. It’s a dragon tradition, and you have to do it with me."

Your mouth opened, but before you could utter a word, Ilulu cut you off with a wave of her hand.

"And before you say anything," she said, her voice firm but slightly flustered, "no, I don’t care if I’m not wearing clothes. Dragons don’t need those stupid, uncomfortable things. You’re my boyfriend anyways, whatever humans call it. I don’t get why humans make such a big deal out of it. This is completely normal."

She reached out and grabbed your wrist with her small but surprisingly strong hand, tugging you toward the bed. She took off your clothes. "Come on! Stop wasting time! Dragons don’t argue about this stuff—we just do it!"

She seemed more flustered than you, maybe she was lying about being used to this, the whole naked thing around you.