Chapter 3
by 
dracone
What Does Draco Do First?
Get Down to Business
"Cruze," says Draco as he turns his attention towards the dark scaled dragoness, "we need to know the conditions of our current status, invesigate the surrounding area and report back to me in one hour, make sure you are not noticed, and if that can't be avoided make it look like there isn't a dragon lurking about as it slinks its way to who knows where."
"At once, my lord," says Cruze as she makes quick exit, hardly even making a sound as she goes.
"Xiomara," he says as he turns his attention towards the red scaled dragoness, "take stock of our current amory, I want to know just what we have at our disposal. Also, get detailed notes on all the troops, I want to know exactly what kinds of dragons we have access to currently."
"As you command, master," says the crimson dragoness as she gets away from the table, showing of just how revealing her attire really was, her chest area was barely more than a few strips of leather, as was the back end of her leggings when Draco was able to get a look at her toned ass when she left the room.
"Savannah," he said turning his attention towards the ice inspired dragoness, "I want a detailed account of our populace and our food sources are looking like at present."
"Of course, my lord," said the rice themed dragoness as she got up and headed out, why did her ass have to be so caked up? What was he thinking when he made that modification?
"Isabel," he says as he turns to the dragon priestess, "make contact with the gods and see what they can do to aid us at this juncture, I'm not expecting much, but I am hoping they might point us in a worthwhile direction during this time."
"You have always been a figure they admire, my lord," says Isabel as she rises elegantly from the table, her assets on full display, and gracefully leaves the room to begin her prayers.
"Nova," he says as he turns towards the star-themed dragoness, "see what you can do about getting us some spells to ward unwanted observation and hit our enemies a bit harder when the time to fight arrives."
"Of course, my liege," says Nova as she rises from the table, her assets clearly occupying the space in front of her regardless of her position, "we will get what is needed done postehaste. And what of our reward?"
"If you manage to exceed my expectations," responds Draco, "then I will honor any request, so long as it is something in my current power.
"Thank you, my liege," says the starry dragoness as she leaves the room.
The moment he is sure that she is out of earshot, Draco starts mumbling to himself about his libido doing him in for this kind of situation. This was not how he wanted his first interactions with his modified advisors to go. He was having thoughts of sexually conquering all of them, only to suddenly realize their modified profiles basically said they were into that sort of thing, at varying levels.