The warm sun bathed the grassy hillside where Spyro sat, legs crossed and tail gently swaying. His lavender scales shimmered, but it was the delicate lacy lingerie he wore that caught the eye—soft black lace that hugged his frame, paired with silky blue stockings held snugly by a garter. Running a claw along his thigh, he glanced up with a bashful smile, purple eyes glinting with shy confidence.

“Hey there,” he murmured, his voice soft yet playful. “I’m… well, I’m a pretty dragoness now.” He looked away for a moment, his cheeks warm, before adding, “Do you think it suits me?”