Deal with the dragons.

"I do not lurk," she replies sharply. After clearing her throat awkwardly, she steps inside and lets the door swing closed behind her. "I was merely observing. You've brought uncertain, foreign individuals into the castle, and not only that, but another Demon King and his servants. What if this inferior dragon were to attack you when away from prying eyes?"

Trin stares back at her. "There you go with the inferior thing again. I'm sorry, but what level are you?"

"I hardly see why that matters."

She snickers, raising a hand to her lips in mischief. Her eyes turn to you. "She isn't even an elite class yet, is she?"

"My level matters not! I descend from an illustrious heritage, and not only that, but I'm a gold-scaled dragon. The most powerful and beautiful of all draconic beings. Everybody in Tivera knows my family's name. And I--" She catches herself speaking once again of the family ties she no longer has. After a moment's pause, she continues. "And what level are you then?"

"I'm an 11th level conjurer," Trin replies. She seems deep in thought for a moment, then she suddenly drops to her knees. "My flute!" she cries. "I didn't just lose my clothes, but my flute as well! That was my favourite magic item. Nooo!"

You kneel and place a hand on the silver dragon's back. "Hey, hey. It's all right. It could still all be down there. Maybe William will take you all there for an expedition to retrieve what was lost. Or I'm sure he has enough treasure as a Demon King to get you something similar, right?" Unless he's totally lame.

She wipes a tear from her eye and nods. "R-Right. You're right." She stands up again and tugs the blanket around her tight. "Then I would like to purchase a temporary outfit from you, insectrin. From what I've seen, you do fantastic work."

Luna chuckles. "My outfits are never temporary, dear, but I'll certainly whip something up for you. Assuming you'd rather not wait a day or so in the nude, I'll work with something I already have and make certain it fits you like a glove. How does that sound?"

"That sounds good to me. Y-Yeah. I'd rather get something to wear sooner than later, even if it's boring," Trin admits with pink in her cheeks.

"I already have an idea," Luna says with a smile. She runs a finger up the curved silver horn of the dragon before her. "And nothing I make is boring. It'll be beautiful, but most importantly, soft and comfortable, spun from my very own silk, as if I'm embracing you always."

"I'm not sure how I feel about that, but okay."

"Come." She nudges her towards the back door. "I'll have you dressed before you leave this shop."

That leaves you alone with Malakae.

She doesn't speak for a time. Either she has nothing to say, or she's busy perking up her ears towards any sound she can make out from the room to where Trin and Luna disappeared. However, she does eventually ask, "So how was the quest? I've only been able to deduce snippets of what occurred."

"Well, it started as exploring one of Elok Daven's first laboratories, if not his actual first, and it turned into a confusing and frightening battle with something called a Dungeon Lord, which took control of the entire underground part of the long abandoned chapel he was using. We had to fight a cave ogre, a silent stalker, and then eventually the core itself. Though in the end, I did find a room that belonged to Breiah. There were some notes talking about her initial plans that eventually led to my ****. Also Elok's real name is David. Make sense given he was from Earth. I think Elok Daven was some name he had in an MMO."

She attempts to mask her confusing with her usual, refined demeanour. One hand rests on her hip, and the other's fingers brush hair back over her ear, just beneath her bejeweled golden horn. "... What is an MMO?" she asks.

"Oh, uh. Back on Earth, we had these things called video games... How do I even explain this?" You think for a moment. "Imagine a mage's illusion, like if one cast an illusory cat on the wall, but you had a device that could control the cat, and you had to avoid spikes and attack enemies and stuff like that. Now imagine if that were way more complex, and you were controlling a person in a completely illusory world."

"That sounds like an impossibly powerful spell to be cast."

"That's because it isn't a spell. It's technology. Like, someone builds a thing that does it."

"Mm. I understand," she says, definitely not understanding. It seems she doesn't wish to question things further under threat of sounding anymore ignorant.

After a short while longer, the doorknob turns. Luna emerges first with pride on her face. She always seems the happiest when suiting people up in outfits of her own creation. "This will be the cutest thing I'll have seen all day. Trin was a little hesitant to wear it at first, but after some convincing, I think she's quite content. I hope you're ready to see the most lovely silver dragon around."

Trin giggles from behind. "Stop that! I'm getting embarrassed."

Luna then steps out of the way, and beckons for the entrance of Trin, though she appears rather different now.

While she does normally look incredibly cute, she now appears with a newfound elegant, almost aristocratic visage. A hint of pink blush accentuates her cheeks, and while her silver horns are normally bare, now each of them is adorned with a chain holding a sparkling blue gemstone. The outfit itself, however, is incredibly similar to what Malakae wears. It's a qipao, though it's blue in colour with pale silver trim. While she wears no necklace between her bust, and he isn't quite as voluptuous as her golden counterpart, the window cut to her cleavage still proves she's definitely not lacking. Malakae wears long white longs and black stockings, but Trin instead has only the latter, and her stockings are as white as snow which lead down into a pair of glistening silver heels. Where the qipao is cut incredibly high up her bare hip, you can make out the thin string of white panties, contrasting Malakae's opposite shade.

It's more modest, yet still gorgeous, and it's all together just as sultry. It works perfectly with her silver bob cut and bright feline-like eyes, as well as her more fun-loving, innocent demeanour. Basking in the attention, she gives a slow spin around, revealing her scaled extending down from a hole cut in the back of the dress just above her rump. Given all that she's lost, she seems bright and peppy, as if made back to normal by Luna's handywork.

"Twin dragons," Luna comments quietly. "Such an image might make me blush."

Malakae seems far less impressed. "Oh I see how it is. Now you're copying my style as well. Hmm. I shouldn't be surprised."

"You didn't invent this dress style!" Trin shouts back. She strokes her hands down the soft silken material to her hips with a bashful smile. "I think I look super cute in it anyway."

The two dragons step closer to one another--heels clicking against the wooden floorboards.

Before either can bark again, Luna places a hand upon her cheek and looks between with them a calm yet commanding gaze. "With my own two hands, I crafted both outfits the two of you wear. Therefore, everything was my decision, and you're to insult one another, you're to insult me. And if that's the case, I'll simply take both outfits back, and you can walk back home in the nude. How does that sound?"

They both purse their lips.

Malakae, crossing her arms, glances away. "... That won't be necessary."

"Sorry," Trin mumbles.

"Why don't we go for a walk or something?" you suggest. "Show off that new outfit of yours. It seems like you're all resting here for a bit, so make yourself at home. Let me know if you need anything to eat. We've got a great head chef here at Castle Phoenix actually."

"Ooh. My tummy is getting empty," Trin responds. "But yeah! I'd love to walk around and show off how cute I look. I saw how lovely your home is, so there are probably some really nice, peaceful places to sit down."

"You can thank Peony the dryad for that. She keeps the place filled with plants and flowers."

Trin turns to face Luna and bows politely. "Thanks again. You'll get the coin for this I promise. I may be close to a Demon King, but that doesn't mean I don't pay my debts! Goodbye for now, insectrin. Or Luna, was it? Enjoy the rest of your day." Then with farewells completed, she makes her way past you towards the door.

Malakae turns--eyes following the other dragon's movements. "Indeed. Walks are healthy for any, human or dragon. Don't fall behind, Kyle." After fixing her hair with a hand back over her horn, she sashays her way out of the shop as well.

You look back to Luna before leaving. "You deal with a lot. Thanks for everything, Luna."

She leans back against a nearby table. "You thank me with kindness, a place to stay, and with the type of work I've always dreamed about. Though if you truly don't think that's enough, I can think of some other ways," she says rather boldly. She stares you deeply into the eyes from across the room. "Go. Your two dragons are going to leave you behind."

"I could stay instead."

"No. Not now. But you best come and visit again soon, without additional company. I think it's been too long since I've gathered your measurements. By how your clothes are fitting, I think you've grown in mass." She speaks quieter now--hardly a whisper. "They seem so tight."

"Fighting demons gives good muscle activation."

She chuckles. "Get out of here already. I can no longer hear their heels."