Show Malakae to her room.

"Looking good, Jelly!" Eva shouts.

"That Luna does good work," Niki says. "That fits you even better than the other one, Malakae. Very pretty."

"It does not!" the dragon barks back. "B-But thank you."

Amara chuckles. "Where are you heading next, Kyle?"

"I'm gonna show her to where she'll be staying. I figure she might want to get off her feet for awhile too," you explain. "So you go ahead and hang with the others for a bit, Jelly. As funny as it is seeing you interact with Malakae, I think perhaps it'd be best to give her some time to relax. It can't be healthy to have your face turn red so many times, on and off like a traffic light."

"I don't know what that means, but you best not be mocking me," Malakae mutters.

"Come on. Follow me," you say before heading along the road.

You guide her through your little village, which has grown to be quite beautiful. It may still only have your team of a few dozen people, but that includes stores and homes, all built along beautifully made stone paths now decorated by hundreds of flowers of all colours and shapes. Magic lanterns illuminate the path when the sun does set, though for now, it's a bright and shiny autumn day. You wonder how long it'll take before the plants rest for the winter, or if that even happens where you live, especially with Peony around. Either way, there are a number of empty buildings that have been just waiting for someone new to move in.

It doesn't really matter which one she stays in, so you pick one at random. After turning the knob, you open the door and gesture her to enter first.

She curtsies politely, perhaps by instinct, and walks inside to the dimly lit room. She grunts, perhaps in disapproval.

Either way, you turn on a few of the magic lamps and guide her through the quaint, cozy home. "It has everything you need. Over here is the bedroom, already furnished like the rest. It's simple, but it's also free, and Castle Phoenix is definitely safe. Not only do we have a barrier around the whole area to ward away dragons and minor monsters, but most of the people here could kick the ass of most intruders."

Malakae enters her chambers, crosses her arms, and looks over the bed in silence for a moment. "It's so small. I doubt it could fit more than one person."

"You hoping for more than one person to be in it?"

"No!" she snaps. Her piercing golden eyes peer back at you. "That isn't the point of having a large bed, all right? It's comfort."

"I can't deny it's nice having a huge bed, but this is going to have to do for now."

"Hmph. All right. Well, I do appreciate it."

You gently shut the door behind you before touching a lamp sitting on the table beside her bed. The window is shut, though light does still peer in from the opposite end of the room through a crack in the blinds. Then, you sigh. "Malakae. I know it's been really hard for you. I don't expect you to vocalize it. I can tell you've been through a lot, and there's no way I know about most of it. But you're safe here. Elok Daven won't get you. Your father won't get you. It's just me here now."

She sits down at the edge of the bed and rubs her arm. "This silly dress. It's far too tight." She fidgets around in place. Clearly, the many thrills of the day have made her rather uncomfortable. Even now, she's stuck in a skimpy qipao, and by the looks of things, she wasn't given a new bra either. It's quite obvious from your point of view.

"I still remember the last time we met up. When it was Eva and I, and--"

"Do not remind me!" Her face starts to flush yet again. "N-Not that I do not appreciate what you did back then."

"You and Eva certainly had a lot of fun, huh?" you say with a grin.

"Shut up. Nothing happened."

You chuckle. "Relax. Eva still denies it too, even though we've been together for a long time now. But everyone here has their quirks. We're all a little hopeless in our own ways."

"Maybe you are. I have nothing quirky about me."

You look down, deadpanned, at the way she squirms and constantly tugs on the bottom of her dress. "Ah-huh."

"I only appear uncomfortable because this outfit is too tight."

"I thought you said it was comfortable."

"Well maybe I only wanted to appear grateful!"

You roll your eyes and sit beside her. Strangely enough, she doesn't command you to stop. "I haven't gotten the chance to meet more than a few dragons, and this is the first time I've been able to sit so close to one. You know, where I'm from, dragons are basically the fantasy creature. When it comes to trademark fantasy, it's dragons and elves that people probably imagine first. Then maybe like goblins, or dwarves--"

"You're strange," she says.

"I guess you don't know. I'm not exactly from around here. Everyone here at Castle Phoenix knows, so welcome to the secret. I'm Kyle Warren, a guy from Earth. Another world."

"Pardon me?"

"It's fine if you don't believe it at first. It doesn't really matter."

"Isekai Theory... Fascinating. I've heard of this before. Beings travelling between worlds. But I always believed it to be something in fiction, not reality."

"This whole world is more fiction than reality compared to what I'm used to, so that checks out."

She looks down between her lets. Her long, gold scaled tail swings left and right until it stops against your leg. "So what is it you're truly trying to accomplish here, Kyle? Whether or not I believe you're truly from a world beyond Absoterra doesn't matter. I just don't understand you."

You press your fingers against her tail. The scales are smooth. Despite the classic might of a dragon, she twitches even at your gentle touch. "I just want to be happy and live in this world together with everyone. But right now, Elok Daven is the main reason I can't."

"Hm." She slips a finger down between her bust, and tugs on the neck of her dress. Her bountiful breasts are barely being held as-is by a wardrobe too small to fit her proper, and all her fidgeting isn't helping. From sitting, the bottom has shifted up to where you can nearly see her panties, and the perfect shape of her breasts down to a stiffened point on either side are visible against the tight, thin fabric up to. "I believe I wish... for some private time," she whispers, clearly a little hot under the collar.

"Is there anything I can do?"

"No!" She pulls her thighs together as she grabs the bottom of her dress tight between her fingers. "I-I'm fine."

You nod and stand from the bed, though a moment after, she clutches your wrist.

"Fool," she mutters. "If you understood at all the importance of my name, you'd at least ask me twice."

You groan and turn your eyes back to you. "No offense, but if you fled with us, I don't think your name--" But you look to her face, and you see something far different than arrogance. Her eyes are wide, and she looks up to you with a flushed, pleading face.

"You can just admit you're attracted to me," she says, somehow still trying to maintain an overly cocky demeanour. "But whatever. If you want to help, I suppose you can at least massage my shoulders or something."

"... Or something?" you ask as you sit back down. You place a hand on the back of her neck, and tenderly massage a spot that seems rather sensitive by her reaction.

Slowly, she shifts closer until the sides of your legs touch. "Just massage where you think I'll enjoy it most," she whispers so quietly that you can barely hear.

"I think I know a few spots, but it'll be cuter if you just admit the place you have in mind," you tease.

She looks to you with fire burning in her eyes. "Y-You're so frustrating!" she yells. "I kn-know what you want, and as a powerful dragon myself, I th-think I deserve something nice too, so s-stop stalling already, and just--"

You turn your head, grab both her horns, and use them to swing her head back against the mattress. There, you pin her down, and stare straight into her beautiful golden, almost feline-like eyes. Her chest heaves up and down against yours as she nearly hyperventilates--her face flushed redder than a dragon's flames. She can't move, but she doesn't want to either. Instead of speaking, all she can do is quiver her lips and shiver.