The amusement park?

You quickly figure out how Shree earned her moniker, as she can ask and answer five different questions, in the same sentence, without taking a breath, and never letting you get a word in edgewise. All along the drive, she barrages you with questions about the human plane, human food, battle tactics, and every single detail about your car and how it works. "Interesting..." she muses, furrowing her brow, "so, you put in a particular liquid in this mount, and the liquid explodes, making the mount move, and you command it's direction with that wheel?" You shrug, and tell that that's basically how it works, but you're not an expert on the matter. Stroking the dashboard, she purrs at your car. "What a good mount you are. One day we will feed you fiend's blood, and make you faster and stronger than ever before." Stifling your chuckle, you pull up into the amusement park's parking lot, and the pair of you get out.

After being thoroughly disappointed that the screams and cheers are not from a coliseum of blood-sports, Shree mopes around behind you, with no one giving her more than a passing glance. However, she does perk up when she starts sampling food. Very happily, she chomps down on a hotdog while commenting that it would be very easy to weaponize the roller coasters. But, and you find this very interesting, she becomes very giggly and giddy when she eats cotton candy. "I like this," she smiles, a small blush creeping onto her cheeks. "It makes me feel all... tingly all over."

"Really? How about when I do this?" You ask, sliding your finger down her arm, where it isn't covered with armour. Her knees wobble and a soft trembling moan comes out of her mouth. A few heads turn to look at her, but you just wave them off and move her along. Her face growing brighter and brighter with every step, and her giggling growing stronger with each bite, she follows you around without comment, until you bring her to the Ferris wheel line, where she can ride this out in peace.

As the carriage makes its way slowly up, she starts coming down, letting out a long breath. And in the peace, you ask her something that's been bugging you for a while. "What were my parents?" She says, relaxing in her seat, making the carriage sway a little. "Well, my father is an incubus, and my mother is a dragon. They met, much like we did, as bargaining chips. And once they had me, they came to care for one another, more than is expected in a political arrangement, and are now enjoying their retirement in the second ring of Hell."

"I see..." you reply hesitantly, finding it difficult to imagine a male personification of Lust and Desire, relaxing on a beach chair, drinking fruity cocktails, with his full dragon wife.

A sudden listing of the carriage snaps you back to reality, when you see the half-dragon leaning over you, her blushing face inches away from yours, licking her lips seductively. "You wouldn't happen to have more of that 'cotton candy', would you? I could make the rest of this ride a little more 'interesting' for us, if you did."