Hesitantly walk up to the dragon

You don't want to test the dragon's anger, so you swallow hard and walk up to the Master. You don't stare him in the eye, keeping your focus on the floor. You are **** for him not to eat you, and will do anything you can to ensure that doesn't happen.

He chuckles as he takes in a deep breath, clearly taking in your scent. "You are probably wondering why a dragon, of all things, would be the Master of this household in the middle of an elvish kingdom. Am I correct." You nod. "Well, it is a long story, and I'm sure that one day you shall hear it. But for now, know that I am Master here, and everything I say, is law. Am I understood?"

"Y-yes... Master."

"Good. Now, as my personal maid, you shall do everything I ask, without question or pause."

"Yes, Master."

"Very good. Your duties shall include feeding me, cleaning me, keeping me company, and any other task I require. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good. Now, for your first task I shall require a small taste."

You look up at him, and he's grinning devilishly. "T-taste... Master?"

"Of your flesh. I wish to sample how you taste."

You can't help but recoil, and ask, "A-are you going to eat me?"

He bursts into laughter. "Good heavens no, child. I am simply fond of the taste of young women, such as yourself. Now step closer, so I may sample your taste."