Drakivicius, the Last Dragon

Drakivicius towers over you, even in his favoured humanoid form. He's at least a foot taller than you are, and that's before adding in the massive leathery wings that sprout from his back. He has scales the colour of the night, in all its shades, from the underbelly coloured like the Silent Sea on a moonlit night, to the eyes that shine like distant lanterns in the woods, to the scales covering most of his body, the ones coloured like the brooding clouds that blot out the moon. He wears a robe, made from the finest for fabrics and decorated with magic and carefully cut gems, with holes for his wings and tail.

He tears apart the robe and lies back on the bed, grinning at you.

"Well? Are you getting that armour off and joining me or not?"

You nod, mouth watering, and start to take off your armour...