Thread: Of Dragons and Maidens -Russian Vodka and Skinbroker-

While most of the tower was forged of ancient stone and advanced metals, the higher up one climbed it would begin to grow continuously more royal in design and decor. Telem Indra had a taste for shiny things, so gold was an obvious choice. Having many centuries to embelish upon her home with the treasures and wonders she'd aquired. And having so many centuries meant she could work in such detail as would make an artist weep over his inadequacies. The doors the girl opened were solid marble, though she'd turned the dark veins into gold. They opened into a room some sixy paces long, and fourty wide. To either side of the walkway were two rows of seven marble colums, connecting the gold plated floors and cielings. All along the marble walls were tapestries and reliefs both ancient and exotic. Some displayed battles between impossible creaturess, others landscapes that confounded the mind. In between the columns were platinum stands holding various oddities and treasures. One had a small hand mirror, with a silver frame and a ruby encrusted handle. There was a pair of short swords, one with a strange black metal handle but a blade of green crystal. The other appeared to be a handle formed from ancient wood, with a blade of serrated bone. Many other treasures drew the eye, but the throne and beyond could not be ignored. Her throne sat upon a raised dais of marble, but was made of solid ruby. It had silken pillows and drapings, and was carved with numerous strange runes. Behind it was a bed, some ten feet high, and big enough to hold twenty people. Its sheets were a mass of silk, and was littered with gold embroidered pillows. The frame itself was made of ruby encrusted gold, and was surrounded by shimmering curtains of an iridescent material. To either side were mountains of treasure. Gold, silver, and platinum coins from many kingdoms and ages piled high over the girls head. Littered with chests, weapons, armor, and precious stones. Some might consider it gaudy, but Telum Indra was a creature of godly tastes. All these things made her feel at home, and she would never stop improving the design. As the intruder passed into her chambers she allowed her skin to slowly shift colors, until they matched those of her room. Her skin turned vibrant red with white speckles, with her scales a darker shade of crimson. While her wings, claws, and eyes turned gold. Her hair turned pure white, streaked with gold. Being dramatic was a fault of hers. When one lives as long as she, they have to learn to drag things out a bit for enjoyments sake. Hello little one....my my my, aren't you a treat? The young woman was a delectable morsel...in every sense of the term. She was much smaller, almost two feet shorter in fact, with delicious tanned skin and homely auburn hair. The sea blue eyes were a lovely touch she thought, and all this on that oddly petite but athletic AND busty figure. Indra couldn't help but let out a sigh of satisfaction. She wasn't going to eat the girl....not yet anyways. She made another adjustment to her form. As a shapeshifting being she could enjoy all the vices any race in history had ever concieved, but her favorite way to enjoy lust was with the body of a woman, and the genitals of a man. The female body was so much more sensitive, and beautiful, but the mans tools were the most pleasing to use. Her loincloth shifted as her body produced the necessary equipment. Once done she stood up from her throne, resting a hand on her hip as she stepped down to the girls level. Well? Are you going to say anything? I assume by the look of your blades you aren't here to treat with me. She knew fully well the girl had no possibility of injuring her, but it had been ages since she'd enjoyed a fight. So she sealed off all but a hundreth of her cosmic energies, and held out her hands with a smile. The claw on her right middle finger extended out two feet and formed a wicked pendulum shaped hook at the end. I will fight you if that is your wish. Laughter is something I don't get to do much anymore. She goaded the girl with veiled insults, curious to see how she'd react. But if you wish another form of entertainment...hmmhm....I would be delighted to satisfy those needs as well. She is pretty indeed mistress. May I watch? Her demon mirror asked with a undertone of glee. By all means my friend. Feast your eyes! The pouch hanging in front of her shook and popped open. Her fairy swarm poured out of it like a cloud of insects, albeit insects with shimmering wings and foot tall female bodies of any color. The pouch contained a magical dimension the fairies used as their home. There were thirty seven in total living within, which all fluttered about before taking seats around the room. Us too lady! We wanna see too! Telum Indra smiled and nodded. Well. Now that the audience is set. What shall the first act be my sweet little human?