Meet and Greet

And she was every bit as stunning as the cover art had made her out to be. I always thought they were Frank Frazetta's absolute best work. In fact, I think that her breasts were even larger than the illustrations, perhaps even an F cup! And they were held back only by a leather bodice, with a low V-shaped neckline and with metal plates covering her shoulders.
She had steel-colored eyes, eyes that had seen uncountable battles, and known a number of lovers, and her hair was the vivid red of freshly spilled blood.

"Th...thanks," I managed to stammer.

"You're welcome," she replied. Her voice was low and husky, but friendly enough. "Although I don't know what possessed you to try and take on a dragon alone." She leapt nimbly off the dragon's snout and wiped her sword on the damp grass before helping me to my feet.

"In fact..." Her face twisted in confusion. "I don't really remember why I'm here either."

"Well, I'm just glad you showed up." I held out my hand. "I'm John, and I would guess that you're Lita the Red."

Her lips, the same color as her hair, parted and she flashed me a stunning smile. "That's right." She gave me a firm handshake, and then took a look around us. "This rain won't let up for some time now. Why don't we continue this conversation in the dragon's cave? I'll bet it's still warm."