You go along with this

Current Class: Wannabe Princess

Debating your options in the few fleeting moments available to you, you kiss the dragon's lips. They taste kind of like green apples. The sour kind. Not that you really mind. Kissing girls is just forte.

'You've gained a level in Kissing Princesses. Your level is now 2.'

Of course, the stupid pop-up had to ruined the moment. Couldn't have it any other way. Okay you probably could, but you doubt such an option menu actually existed. No, it probably show up when you died.

Breaking away, you look towards Clavi. While she has gone through with this, it's not the most pleasant experience. But that comes with practice.

"How the fuck do you do that without getting grossed out?" she mutters, chuckling serving as your initial answer. Which in turn, gets you another flipped bird.

"Practice." you answer and get a glare. Someone seems to be in a bad mood. Yet, you're both placed back down on the ground. After, your mistress pokes her head in.

"Mommy is calling me for dinner. I'll be back in a bit!" Princess Cuddlyscales announces, setting the roof back on for the moment and heads off.