You seek out Drak'ja to give him your answer

After having given the options you'd been provided long and careful thought, you'd decided that the prospect of working as a pleasure worker as the Sybaris' Simmer was not that displeasing. You knew, the other options were either too fraught with peril or tedious for your liking. And at least this way, you got to have sex while you were at it. A good bonus, if the pay didn't prove to be all that good. For you had indeed, forgot to ask what exactly you be getting paid for this occupation. Perhaps you could ask Drak'ja when you found him?
Hmm. "Probably a good notion," you think to yourself, as you go looking for him about the camp. The small desert settlement which now was coming to life again, as the sun rose up against the pink, orange, and red painted horizon. Two guards in leathers, you saw standing just outside. Probably, watching for raiders or members from an enemy tribe, or something like that.
You look across the opposite direction. There are a group of seven beautiful female draconguis and a few hermaphroditic draconguis it looked as well, drawing water from a well. This must be the daily routines of this people. A quiet, simple nomadic life.
You smile as you keep walking. Eventually, you come to the Sybaris' Simmer, where you find Drak'ja having a morning drink and a breakfast of poached eggs.
"Ah," he exclaims as he sees you. "I take it you arrived at an answer on what you want to do with your life, now that you're here?"