Call him out. (Draconian)

You slam your flagon down onto the bar, getting the attention of the nearby people, including the young bard. He turns, smirk draining from his face as he takes in your clawed hands and your scales.

“Did you say all races?” You ask, opening your legs to reveal the bulge of your massive dragon cock. His jaw drops, before he quickly tries to regain his composure.

“Well, I- um... I meant, all the common races, there’s no... there’s no draconians this far south, so...”

The crowd boos him, shouting jeers and insults, calling him a liar.

“Prove it!” One man shouts.

“Yeah!” Calls someone else.

Soon, the entire tavern is pushing him forward, yelling at him to prove his sexual experience. They shove him to the ground in front of you. He looks up at you with pleading eyes.