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.

Citizens didn't need to pay to get certain public amenities like accommodation or even feeding. All

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

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

was no kind of Social Credit in the human nation, or a Public Residence that had high class. This was a Capitalist world

Dragons? No, how could

would know...

a

anyway--and to do that, they would have

is allowed." Kat'erin

receptionist remained behind the desk, smiling at

of power instantly

flow of sound filled the entire counter, making it into her domain of

cheerful suddenly became doll-like

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

"Umu!"

slightly voluptuous breasts. At the very least, the breasts were larger

surfaced within her,

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

name-tag read Reta, so she decided to address her

do you know who

of the poor receptionist, Reta, who slowly shook her head

"No, I do not."

gold to you. As much gold to last us for

Coins, 30 Silver Coins, and 1 Bronze, to cater for

how currency operated, so

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 for being

write down some things in a book, and then generated two

cards have been credited with the exact amounts that you've deposited within

"I-I see…"

appreciated that the lady was competent enough to tell her information she did know without her