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.

like accommodation or even feeding. All was provided for

to serve their country in certain aspects of the economy--a

and politics was more complex than this, but the bottom line was... these

high class. This

currency and besmirch their identity as Dragons?

would know... but

Dragons remained a very

choice would be to seize the place anyway--and to do that, they would

this is allowed." Kat'erin told Shai'ya, who nodded in

behind the desk,

those words, a wave of power instantly emerged from

the entire counter, making

previously bright eyed and cheerful suddenly became doll-like

any need to panic when we could always resort to this

"Umu!"

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

surfaced within her, but also one

Kat! Focus on the mission!' She swiftly chastised herself

name-tag read Reta, so she decided to

you know who

eyes of the poor receptionist, Reta, who slowly shook her head and uttered

"No, I do not."

esteemed guests who have paid the finest sum of money in gold to you. As much gold to last us for a month, and

a total of 50 Gold Coins, 30 Silver Coins, and 1 Bronze, to cater for all

operated, so

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

in a book, and then generated two

have been credited with the exact amounts that you've deposited within the room. They will serve as your passes to your

"I-I see…"

lady was competent enough to tell her information she