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

in return, the Dragons had to serve their country in certain aspects of the economy--a major

bottom line was... these two

that had high class. This was a Capitalist world that

besmirch their identity as Dragons? No, how could they

one would know...

a very

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

is allowed." Kat'erin told Shai'ya,

the

of power instantly emerged from her lips and

filled the entire counter, making it into her domain

and cheerful suddenly

any need to panic when we could always resort

"Umu!"

that was pinned to her slightly voluptuous

tinge of envy surfaced within her, but also one of

She swiftly chastised

read Reta, so she decided to address her

do you know

gem-like eyes of the poor receptionist, Reta, who slowly

"No, I do not."

last us for a month, and also to cater for our

Silver Coins, and

how currency operated, so

to her with the breakdown. It was a lot more convenient for her, and it made her even

Reta began to write down some things in a book,

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

"I-I see…"

lady was competent enough to tell her