Welcome the new arrival.

"What strange ritual is this? Or is it some sort of game?" Vyzia asks.

Those not as used to her appearance stare in awe and back away, though most commoners were already keeping their distance anyway. She has quite an imposing visage, however, even ignoring the fact that she doesn't wear clothes. Her massive bust, capable of crushing one's skull beneath their weight, nudges up beneath crossed arms. Some might mistake her demeanour for anger, but that's simply her resting expression.

Tom, who isn't far away, replies. "Basically, Kyle is taking spicy bikini pictures of almost every girl here. Apparently in his world, people would do this for a thing called a swimsuit calendar. Everybody got really into the idea, so now we're here."

"Taking... pictures?" she asks.

"Oh, uh. It's a device that basically makes a perfect, instantaneous portrait of who you point it at."

"Modern magic is truly baffling." Her eyes move down his body and then dart back up. "You're very hard. So is this some sort of sex thing then?"

"Wh--!" Flustered, Tom covers himself up. "W-Well, I mean..."

Suddenly, Vodrani comes running across the set. She latches onto Tom's arm with an unbreakable grip and looks him straight in the eyes. "Come. I will help you with that."

He tries to speak, but he's pulled away so quickly that he might as well have been teleported.

Luna beckons a hand towards the dragon. "If you'd like to join, come. You may be surprised to learn that I did make one for you as well, just in case you ever wanted it."

"What's the point of a swimsuit?" Vyzia asks. "Why would you put on more clothes in order to swim?"

"Most people don't walk around naked," you reply.

"But if I were to take part in this, would I not just do it how I am now?"

"Are you saying you want me to snap some photos of you in the nude?"

"If this is your way." She then interjects herself right into the shoot, before anyone else can make their way onto the set, or before the succubi can even rebuilt it. She stops in the center and puts her hands on her hips. "Use your magic."

"If you insist." You heed her request and begin taking pictures of the woman's naked body. However, she isn't posing at all. She isn't even moving. "You were watching at least some of this, right? Feel free to stand in a more natural way. Or uh, any other way."

She stares confused for a moment. Then, she holds up her hand. Nothing happens. A moment passes. Suddenly, her spear comes flying down from the mountains and slams into her hand. She swings the blunt end down into the grass and returns to almost the exact same stance as before.

After a few pictures, Fang intervenes.

"Wait!" she yells. "I've got it." Then with a wicked grin, she digs around behind her and retrieves a watermelon.

Vyzia watches the catfolk place the fruit at her feet, and look up at her with pleading eyes.

"Should I eat this?" asks the dragon.

"No, no. Sit down and crush it between your thighs."

"Why?"

"It's a display of power."

"... Hm. I think I'm understanding now. Everybody plays to their strengths. I'll prove that as a red dragon, I'm the mightiest amongst you."

She sits down in the grass. Then, she wedges the hefty fruit between her legs. Already, you can tell the pressure its under. Her nostrils flare, and from them you see a plume of smoke. Then with a growl, she absolutely obliterates the melon. Wet chunks splatter everywhere, mostly all down her naked body, proving you with many worthwhile pictures. After she stands, and her skin drips with red juice, you can see a strange excitement in her eyes. She smiles.

"Now you get it!" Fang calls out.

"I think I do, yes," she responds. "Next time, find a fruit stronger than a watermelon."

"Ahem!" The sound is from behind you. Whoever it is, they didn't clear their throat. They literally said the word. You aren't surprised to see that the source is Malakae Vraelion, your bratty gold dragon here to flaunt her overflowing confidence. "What did I just hear?" she asks.

Before waiting for an answer, she continues. "Red dragon. Mightiest. The most uncouth, maybe. The least civilized. You, moth-woman!" she shouts, pointing a finger straight at Luna. "Dress me in a swimsuit. I'll wear anything, because no matter what it is, I know I'll be the most striking model here, or even across Tivera."

Dixby glances over from the crowd. "I thought you mentioned earlier that you didn't want to join."

"I was undecided. But I can see now that I'm needed."

Luna smiles wide in silence as the other girl rambles on. Instead of snapping back, she gestures politely towards the passage through the wall of curtains with a coy glint in her gaze.