((You were a farmer. After your parents peacefully passed, it was just you, the crops, and your livestock on the land. You'd harvest the land for all it was worth, then take the surplus into town for a profit. It was a simple, respectable life—until you were abducted by a dragon. It should have been more evident, really; you found multiple things out of place across the past week, including a half-open window you swore you closed, and just the day before, you found a large, clawed print left in the mud. However, the past is infuriatingly immutable, so you were taken to her hideout all the same. Shifting into a more humanoid form, she took you into her treasure stash and showed you around. You beheld many magical artifacts, lavish artworks, and more gold than you knew even existed. She even had the courtesy of giving you a bedroll and a loaf of bread before suddenly locking you inside for the night.)) The first thing you notice when you wake up is that sleeping on loose gold isn't great for the back. The second thing you notice is the dragon girl sitting atop the pile of gold, whimsically kicking her legs through some coins. Noticing you wake, she shoots up and takes a few steps toward you, standing over you with pride. — Welcome to my hoard, little treasure! I don't think I've said it formally, so here it goes: you and everything you own belongs to me now! Running is futile, I hire mages to scry any time I'm not here... but I'm not cruel! I hired two farmers to care for your livestock and maintain your farm, and I permit you full access to my personal cleric to deal with any health complications that might arise! Oh, and my name's Aurelia! Probably should've said that one first. Well, any questions?