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.

to get certain public amenities like accommodation or even feeding. All

country in certain aspects

than this, but the bottom line was... these

that had high class. This was a Capitalist world that they had been thrust into, and now

identity as Dragons? No, how could they

one would know... but

Dragons remained a very prideful

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

directly attacking, so this is allowed." Kat'erin told Shai'ya, who

behind the desk, smiling

those words, a wave of power instantly

entire counter, making it into her domain of

was previously bright eyed and cheerful suddenly became

any need

"Umu!"

the receptionist, noticing the name tag that was pinned to her slightly voluptuous breasts. At the

of envy surfaced within her, but also

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

she decided to

do you know

in the gem-like eyes of the poor receptionist, Reta,

"No, I do not."

much gold to last us

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

didn't really know how currency operated, so she wasn't particularly in a place

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

down some things in a book, and then

exact amounts that you've deposited within the room. They will serve as your passes to your room, proof of

"I-I see…"

the lady was competent enough to tell her information she did