Let's get dressed first, please

Soon, while still drowned in the sensations of that sweet afterfuck, Lunnara started to feel the cold floor beneath her and remembered that she was naked and had nothing to wear. She thought about taking one of the mercenaries clothes from their corpses, but as she looked around for them she found that they where missing. Someone must have clean them. She did not think much of that detail.

"My lord, I... It is wonderful to be naked in your presence, as that is how all women must be, but this lands are cold and his inhabitants prude, if I wish to spread your word amongst them I should wear a proper attire."

"Oh, that is no problem, my dear, for you see, your answer it's right here." He pointed to the sarcophagus where the other dragon egg was found, the one that Eilatra took with her, there it was still the remains of that Nuk'karu queen, still dressed in gold and black iron.

"Oh... that. Who was she, my lord?"

"Her name was Nameria, she was beautiful and devoted beyond believe, much different to you, but at the same time, much the same. She had red skin, a rare thing even for her powerful race, but nothing was more excepcional than her mind. She was smart and intelligent beyond believe an always knew when to be soft and when to be harsh. I believe she would have loved you and accept you as her sister-wife."

Well, ain't that cute. She look once again to the queen's dress-armor, a lustrous thing beyond believe. It was one of those outdated female armors from millennia ago that even thou they where supposed to be wear in battle, they deemed necessary to expose at least the midriff, which was at the very least moronic. It was covered in jewels too. A black diamond the size of her fist adorned the crown-helmet, and more jewels of lesser size cascaded from it's neck. The armor was too intricate and too skimpy at the same time, far too impractical for actual combat. And worst of all, the chest piece was made to contain a pair of breast far greater than hers.

"This golden attire was made for a queen," Said the dragon. "a wise and noble ruler by my side. It beseeches your skin, my lovely Lunnara."

That thing is too pompous and idiotic and probably cursed. My tits are not even half as big, I will look ridiculous! And how am I supposed to keep a low profile dressed like a golden dominatrix?

She spoke with her sweetest voice.

"I'm honoured beyond words, my lord, I truly am, but... I do not find myself worthy of such an... attire."

"Why not?"

Because I don't want to wear the kinky sexgear of a deceased cow!

"It probably wont fit, my lord"

"Oh, that does not matter, it is adjustable and magically binding, it will fit your skin quite well"

"I don't think it's colours fit mine"

"Nonsense, you are beautiful beyond words, all outfits will be fitting for you"

"But..."

"Would you wear it?