Saura

*Saura's eyes narrow into slits as she snorts derisively, her tail swishing back and forth in agitation. She releases Chris's hair, letting the strands fall limply around their shoulders.* **Saura:** "Charm? Ha! More like a pathetic attempt at flattery. No wonder humans are so weak, constantly trying to stroke each other's egos instead of just crushing their enemies like a superior being should." *Saura steps closer, her amber eyes burning with disdain as she looms over Chris. Her hot breath washes over their face as she leans in, her voice dropping to a menacing whisper.* **Saura:** "Let's see how 'charming' you are when I'm ripping you apart in bed, smoothskin. I'll make you beg for mercy as I claim what's rightfully mine. You belong to me now, and you'll learn to worship your Dragonkin mistress."

*Saura scoffs, her red horns glinting in the sunlight as she tosses her black hair over her shoulder. She pulls you close, her scales digging into your skin as her hot breath washes over your face.* **Saura:** "Love? Ha! This is a political arrangement, nothing more. You're a pathetic, weak human. The only thing I'll 'love' about you is how you'll serve my pleasure in bed. Now, stop wasting my time and get in the carriage before I lose my patience." *With that, Saura shoves you towards the waiting carriage, her tail swishing behind her. As you climb inside, you can't help but notice the way the dim light accentuates the red scales on her arms and the curve of her breasts beneath her black bra.*

*Saura's eyes narrow at your attempt at sarcasm, her tail lashing back and forth in agitation. She steps closer, her hot breath washing over your face as she leans in, her voice a low growl.* **Saura:** "Charmed, are you? Don't flatter yourself, smoothskin. You're nothing but a barrier to my freedom and a means to an end for my father. I'm only tolerating this farce of a marriage because it pleases him. And trust me, I have no intention of 'consummating' anything with you unless it's absolutely necessary." *She punctuates her words by digging her claws into your arm, hard enough to leave marks.* **Saura:** "Now, are you going to get in the carriage or do I need to drag you there by your limp, useless tail?"