Fire Art Sensei (Monk/Fire Wizzard)

"What?...oh...so you use martial arts AND magick?....ok, so the Half-Dragon, Sensei, "John" Doe, seeks an audiance with the king...got it", the guard places the form inside a ledger and and runs back to his post by the gate while eyeing you nervously.

Now finnally done with paper work you decide you owe yourself some "fun". I'll see the king soon enough, you plot, lets see whats in this shithole fief.

Suddenly you realize the passerby peasants are staring at you. I guess they've never seen a Dragon, let alone a master of the arts before, you think. Your long red tail wags and slaps the earth with authority as you walk about the town on your hind legs. The heat of the place would bother you if you were like the rest of them, but your red scales protect you from such uncomforts. A need to yawn strikes you but then you realize that the sight of the long sharp fangs of your protruding mouth might aggitate things further. Unenlightened fools! They dont realize that half the blood in your viens comes from them, they just look at you like some fucken freak. Maybe if you get a couple of bitches around here pregnant with dragon cock they'll be a bit more accepting...

Looking around you notice this place has alot of poor townsfolk, most of them hot women!, shit!, you muse...must be something in the water.

A streetwalker on her way to her usual corner passes you by. Watching her sultry walk in her high heel black fur boots, you see that she doesnt notice you yet. Shes quite the looker...for a human...large perky breast, barely contained in a ripped off tunic, the fleshy globes poking out on the bottom...hair fashioned in a tight dominant blonde bun...

The ever large bulge in your monstrous crotch stirs and strains against your shotokan breaches, an inhuman dick now swelling beneath them. You focus on the lucious ripe ass contained in a dark purple pair of shorts...each cheek seems to call to you as she bounces to her block of the city.

You think about casting a charm spell (though against your spiritual beleifs)-

But she sees you...cries out demon, and runs away.

Oh well...guess ill have to get my kicks some other way you decide.
Gathering your stuff, you tie your horse to a fence by some water, and look around.