An Extra’s POV

Dragons are a very prideful race.

Their finesse is immaculate, and their standards are extreme. It is practically impossible to impress a Dragon, who has experienced far better from their Empire.

And, even if such an impression is made, it is extremely difficult for them to express it.

But, to every rule there is an exception.

That exception happened in the case of Kat'erin and Shai'ya.

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"How may I be of service to you?"

The lady's beautiful smile; particularly her exotic-looking hair and captivating face, caused both girls to tremble slightly. Still, being the more sensible of the two, Kat'erin swiftly regained her composure and spoke up.

"We'd like to lodge in your most exquisite suite." There was no politeness in the way she spoke, as she was speaking to a mere human.

Her eyes were cold, her head was raised high, and her tone was imposing.

This was a command.

"I see. Well, it costs a Gold Coin per night." The ebony lady said, with her smile still plastered on her face. "That excludes food services and other extra services you may require."

"Gold Coin... huh?"

It was at this point that Kat'erin stared at Shai'ya and realized something quite fundamental.

'We don't have money!'

The Dragon Empire was, and had always been a Socialist State for as long as they could remember; where all economic planning was governed by the higher ups in the position of governmental power.

need to pay to get certain public amenities like accommodation or

Dragons had to serve their country in certain aspects

this, but the bottom line was... these two had never used

was no kind of Social Credit in the human nation, or a Public Residence that had high class. This was a Capitalist world that they had been thrust into, and now they were

identity as Dragons? No, how could they cause such a

one would know... but THEY

a very

anyway--and to do that, they would have to use their

this is allowed."

remained behind the desk,

power instantly emerged from her lips and spread

entire counter, making it

eyed and cheerful suddenly became

was there any need to panic when we could always resort to this

"Umu!"

pinned to her slightly voluptuous breasts. At the very least, the breasts

envy surfaced within her, but also

on the mission!' She swiftly chastised herself and placed all her attention

name-tag read Reta, so she

know who we

of the poor receptionist, Reta, who slowly shook

"No, I do not."

As much gold to last us for a month, and also to cater for our feeding

have submitted a total of 50 Gold Coins, 30 Silver

operated, so she wasn't particularly in a place

stunned by how quickly the receptionist responded to her with the breakdown. It was a lot more convenient for her, and it made her even more pleased with the human

in a book, and then generated two cards for the two

credited with the exact amounts that you've deposited within the room.

"I-I see…"

tell her information she did know