Capture the dragon.

Far in the back, you can see Vyzia still covered in chunks of watermelon and seeds--sweet juice rolling in droplets down her tall, busty body, dripping from her skin. Her height appears exaggerated next to the short bunnyfolk Eva, who fumbles with the Decanter of Endless Water between her hands.

Vyzia nods. Then, Eva pops the cork, speaks a word, and then the decanter gushes forth a fountain of water that would have knocked most other people back into the wall of the nearby building. Instead, she holds strong as she's sprayed clean by the magic fire hose. The dragon thanks her with a thumbs-up.

"Is it weird I kinda wanted to see her wear the swimsuit?" Fang asks. "I mean, she's buck naked, and that's so awesome, but there's something sexier about a skimpy outfit, you know? Like with Peony. There must be something deeper. Psychologically, I mean. Do you know what I'm talking about, Luna?"

The moth looks down to her rather plainly. "You're truly the greatest philosopher among us, dear Fang." Her ears then perk up to a sound behind the curtains. She watches a silhouette move behind the wall, and then she smiles with a welcoming gesture towards the parting entrance nearby. "Is the YiivCam ready, Kyle? It looks like our girl is ready to go. Lady Malakae Vraelion. Gold dragon. Please, grace us with your presence."

"Two dragons," Fang comments. "Kyle. Does your gluttony know no bounds? Most men don't even get one dragon."

You look back to her. "You're the last person who should be lecturing somebody about that."

Malakae is a girl who wouldn't step foot into the public eye without properly doing herself up to be as presentable as possible. As a dragon, especially one of gold, she has a natural illustrious beauty, but she always wears a light touch of cosmetics at the very least. Her brows and lashes are groomed to perfection, her lips aren't bold nor bright yet they fit perfectly with her visage, and her face carries a faint blush to accentuate her cheeks. The latter, however, is even less necessary than the rest. The red in her cheeks is real--her blush-meter already at 20% even though she was just revealed seconds ago.

The swimsuit she's been given to wear is fancy and ornate, though most immediately, you notice how skimpy it is. Somehow, this slingshot design is even more erotic than any you've seen so far. Thin, dark strings link together strips of golden spandex that have been made to just barely conceal her goods. While there isn't a lot of swimsuit to it, what you can see is beautiful--gold with swirls of crimson. The trim glistens, almost as if lined with a sequence of tiny jewels.

Her big, perky tits stretch the strings up that connect down to a single patch, almost like a bandaid between her legs. Her incredible, voluptuous body is something to behold, decorated so erotically with a swimsuit no ordinary woman would dare to wear by the threat of a single wrong movement slipping something out for all to see. Everything draws your eyes--her hips, pelvic cleavage leading to a barely covered pussy, all angles of her titties which bounce so freely that you think Luna must be some sort of miracle seamstress for them to remain secure, tight bare stomach, and ass cheeks that squeeze what amounts to no more than a string between them, just beneath a heavy scaled tail.

It's never about practicality when it comes to Malakae, so alongside the swimsuit, she also wears a number of thin gold and silver chains with gems of different colours, around her horns, her neck, and her wrist. Her nails, both on her fingers and toes, are painted with a thick layer of glistening golden glitter.

"As you can see," Luna continues. "I designed this suit to reflect its wearer's pride and noble heritage. It's made for one who is beautiful and powerful, as well as sexy, but also one with a desire to show it. The materials I used made a durable and expensive garment, though with how little was needed to make it, I figure it was still within our budget."

With dramatic sways of her hips, she sashays across the grass only to stop before Bek still dragging a luxurious, red velvet loveseat onto the set. She stops abruptly and scoffs. "... Really? You're not even done yet?"

Bek drops it into place and dusts off his hands. He then looks to her with a blank expression, staring for a long moment, before responding with, "Your right nipple popped out."

"What?!" Malakae flushes red in panic as she brings her hands down her body in a frantic struggle to conceal the malfunction. It doesn't last long, as she realizes quickly the dwarf was lying. "You--!"

But he's already turned back to you. "Need me to move anything else heavy, Kyle?" he asks.

"No thanks. It's all good. You can go play with your hammer now."

"YES!" He leaps into the air and claps his feet together in glee before sprinting off.

Still bothered by the ordeal, Malakae still performs a full rotation of her body, showing off the backside of her swimsuit before making her way around to the front of the loveseat. She sits down in the center, bouncing in place before leaning back, crossing one leg over the other, and stretching her arms along the back. Though her eyes turn to the camera, her head faces elsewhere--dismissive, uncaring. The pose is perfect for her.

She could topple kingdoms with that body if it wasn't for her overwhelming ego and penchant for self-sabotage. She's a bully. Though, perhaps that's reductive now that you've come to know her more. The better b-word is brat. You've learned about her quite thoroughly--what gets her going, what makes her tick.

"You should feel divinely blessed to be given this opportunity," she says to you. "I'm allowing you to stare at my perfect body for as long as you wish. Even more, you're capturing it. Immortalizing it. You better show me those pictures after, so that I can make sure you aren't taking any especially perverted ones just for yourself. Though if you did, it would be understandable given who I am."

That confident demeanour is betrayed rather easily by her blush-meter passing 50%.

You snap at least a dozen pictures. As you continue to do so, she lifts one leg higher, just enough to point her gold-painted toes towards the lens. She huffs, shifting her expression into one even more of disgust.

Then she turns. Slowly, she lays herself down across the loveseat--head upon the one armrest, her feet hanging over the other. Her tits jiggle back, and then to the side as she turns partly to face the camera. The more pictures you take, the redder she becomes. You begin to wonder if she isn't a gold dragon at all, and instead is related to Vyzia.

"Finished yet?" she asks.

"I don't know. The other girls gave me a lot more, but if you think that's enough..."

"Hmm? They did? Of course they did. Well, I hate to ruin the rest of your collection by outshining everybody else, but of course I'm not finished. If you can handle holding that device steady, I'll show you what a dragon can do."

With her knees on the seat, she turns to face away from the camera. You can tell she's flustered by the very prospect of modelling in front of everybody. She may have a massive ego, but you're well aware at this point that she can only back up her bark with a bite in regards to raw draconic power. The same can't be said for anything erotic. The bratty girl struggles to keep her demeanour together as she pushes the envelope further.

She slips a strap of her slingshot bikini down her shoulder, and then falls the second. She allows the entire top half of the swimsuit to fall slack, though she doesn't move her arms up to conceal her bare breasts. Instead, she continues to remain with her back towards you, though she does look to the lens with a knowing glance. It's as if she's saying without any words, "You want to see them, don't you? Well, you can't." Regardless of nothing yet shown, the camera eats her up--spicy, nearly nude photos of the famed noblelady Malakae Vraelion.

But while she's distracted, Fang works her magic.

With a toothy grin, Fang grabs one side of a large stand-up mirror, and carries it with the aid of Vivi--still dressed in her own swimsuit of course. The two mischievous girls somehow manage to bring it up behind the set without being seen or heard. They then hustle swiftly away and leave the rest to you.

Of course, the reflection shows everything from the bottom of the dragon's ribs and up. She hasn't a clue, so you manage to snap some truly fun and sexy pictures. At first, you zoom in close to the mirror itself, but then you obtain some shots of the two together. Malakae posing in such a way where her nudity is present only in the background--it looks intentional, as if she's set this up on purpose.

That's definitely not the case, however. She makes that obvious the moment she notices. After getting an inkling that something is wrong, she turns to see the mirror. Her eyes widen. Now at 100% on the blush-meter, there's no going back. She's flushed redder than Vyzia, and as she scrambles to attempt concealing her ample bosom to mixed results, she stumbles from the sofa as her bikini slips down, tangling her legs and causing her to nearly trip right over.

You snap the camera repeatedly in her desperate struggle to cover. She falls backwards--legs spread, pussy on display in a manner more blatant than any girl before her. Then she falls forwards, arching her back to present the beauty of a gold dragon's ass up into the air. When she finally does recover enough to get the tangled swimsuit off her, she wraps herself up in her arms, shrinking to the size and colour of a ripe tomato.

"L-Look away now!" she demands. "I, the illustrious Malakae, commands everybody here to close their eyes!"

When nobody does, she grumbles and hops to her feet.

Then with pleading eyes, she shows her hand. You can tell the humiliation has driven her body wild. Her bratty nature has punished itself, and all you needed to do was wait with a camera in-hand. Droplets of sweat roll down her quivering body. She bites her lip. With a final, "Y-You'll pay for this!" to nobody in particular, she runs away towards the curtains--ass and titties bouncing, with the last thing seen being a long, golden scaled tail disappearing around the corner.