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// Act IV, Scene III 
// Story: The Lusty Dragon Maid 
// by Art Inspired 
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You are in your bedroom chambers, and your maid has finally arrived to do the usual housekeeping. She's standing at the door, and she's just gawking in your direction. Is she possibly offended by what you've just said to her? 

Perhaps you've overstepped your bounds this time around. What might the Mistress do to you if she ever finds out about any of this? What're you thinking? You silly, magnificent dungeon delver. You're the hero in this odd but adventurous tale, are you not?

"Certainly not, kind sir!" She gets up, and her skirt ruffles all too sweetly. Smolder is standing before you wearing her typical yet lovely maid's outfit, and she bows reluctantly. You nearly can't contain your hidden desires, and your growing, furtive adoration for this dragon for very much longer, but you simply must. It's much too soon to begin your shenanigans with her. "I am here but to clean your chambers," so she tells you. She even tries to put on a better face. Once again, she curtsies before attempting to get to her rigorous work.

All you can do is roll your crafty eyes, and sigh at her usual banter. She bends over serenely. She is always so amusing to you. "Is that all you have come here for, little one? My chambers?" For some reason, this question always seems to get her attention quite easily.

She peers at you shiftily, but her eyes are just so tantalizing to you that you just might get lost within them forever. "I have no idea what it is you imply, master," she says as kindly as she can. "I am but a poor dragon maid."

"So you are, my dumpling." You come closer to her as you say welcomingly, "And a good one at that. Such strong legs and shapely tail..."

You allow your eyes to wander more and more. It's not like you haven't ever blatantly placed her in this situation before. In fact, you consider the strong possibility that she might actually be thoroughly enjoying it.

She teases, "You embarrass me, sir!" 

"Fear not," you chuckle. "You are safe here with me."

You help lift her up from the floor. You want to squeeze her tightly, and your blood rushes swiftly from within your powerful, and muscular body. You can't stop yourself. She's too beautiful to resist for long.

"I must finish my cleaning, sir," she tells you while totally faking her struggles. You can even see her giddily smiling, and you also hear her laughing periodically. "The mistress will have my head if I do not!"

"Cleaning, eh?" You furrow your brow at her, and that's when you make your way towards your golden trove of treasures. "I have something for you. Here, polish my spear."

She backs away from it, saying, "But it is huge! It could take me all night!" As expected, she then just cowers in front of it. You can tell that Smolder is quite cautious towards proceeding with this new task that you've just given to her.

"Plenty of time, my sweet. Plenty of time."