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The Dragon's Den (Tsushui & I)

Bright colors have a significant meaning to the draconic race. Since most scales come in shades of black, dark green or brown, it is almost impossible to introduce light, natural hues to their appearances. The prettier and luckier ones have scales that contain a few spots of yellow but those are one in many. Vibrant colors, in particular, are a sign of liveliness. In many traditions the sense of sight is also a gateway to a being’s soul. For the dragons, eyes would reveal the extremity of their emotions and often enough, they are trained to hide it.

This is why when the warrior’s cheeks were graced with a faint pink; it was quickly caught by the two women in the room. With Nal Rog’s eyes conveniently glue to the marble floor, both princess and servant exchanged knowing glances. Aria was the first to speak. “Juliet, pick anything that Duchess Marjorie has gifted to justify her size and fashion sense. I would meet you both shortly in the study.”

Getting your hands dirty in the job does not suit a princess, especially not when her maid is so eager to cause trouble in her name. Pursing her lips with amusement dancing behind her eyes, she left the couple to their affairs and entered her own walk-in closet. After all, a bathrobe would hardly be considered appropriate for anything she was about to conduct. Sweeping her eyes across the large selection of apparel, she wasted little time with her choice and pulled a white dress and matching shoes.

As her mistress disappeared off to prepare for the day’s event, Juliet hastily pulled the inattentive man to his feet and dragged him off to a different room connected to the princess’s chambers. For a woman who is considered the jewel of the clan of dragons, Aria has no competition when it comes to presents. Come birthdays and traditional celebrations, servants would collect and pile them neatly within the large castle. The less tasteful and modest ones are often stacked further away and out of sight. Tugging though about five rooms away from the original chamber, the maid let go of Nal Rog’s collar and walked around the room filled with clothes for the perfect concoction for disaster.

Like maid and mistress, Juliet was about to narrow her selection to an oversized purple frilly nightgown and a pair of large padded slippers. Flinging both articles of clothing before the warrior, Juliet quickly proceeded to strip the full grown man. “Hurry now, we have a class to attend or do you wish to see how the mistress might react?”
 
Nal Rog, too busy thinking about himself in wares other than what he was used to, didn't even have the sense to overhear Aria's command. It wasn't until she left and the servant abruptly yanked him to his feet did he realize that something was up. He was pushed along rather hastily, giving little to no resistance due to the surprise of his situation and Juliet's efforts to push him along. Soon, he found himself in a dressing room that looked more like a storage area. Piles upon piles of clothing were stored away in the many closets that were set up about the room and the warrior wondered if these were all, in fact, the princesses clothing. But he had little time to contemplate the fashion sense of the dragon princess as he suddenly found himself in the nude with a nightgown and slippers at his feet.

As Juliet told him to get dressed, he looked down at the obviously girly garments and then back up at the servant. It was then that everything became clear to him. The conversation between this woman and Aria, the subtle remarks about 'finishing lessons'. All of it. They actually had the nerve to want the great warrior Nal Rog to prance about in a dress for their amusement! It was so shocking to the man that he could only look back at Julia and reply, "You can't be serious..." There were many things he would have stooped to in order to fufill his duty in serving Aria, but dressing up like a woman was far off from what he imagined.
 
If Juliet lacked any inclination for typical fawning over the opposite gender, she certainly fell into the right category for it. Being a few years younger than her mistress, the maid often watches with amusement as growing boys around her chase after women with the same fervor as she after clean linens on a windy day. Having lived in the servants’ quarters for all her life, she has witnessed enough naked males in the public shower room to be shy before another one: One that lacked scales for that matter.

Upon hearing comments from Nal Rog, she turned to face the baffled warrior and his untouched articles of clothing with a grin. “Well I cannot say I’m the most serious person in the castle and you are right, purple does seem rather ridiculous…” Sweeping a hand over towards another fluffy dress, she continued with a sly look in her eyes, “Would pink be a better color for the princess’s new slave?”

To the young woman, the man before her appears to lack a sense of survival. Humans, as she remembered clearly, are not very receptive to fire as dragons. “Or perhaps you prefer your birthday suit? Though I don’t believe that would protect you very well from Mistress Aria’s flames. You don’t have scales after all.” If their positions were switched, Juliet was confident that she would have taken the extra breeze between the legs with far more grace. Men.
 
Was this woman truly oblivious to the matter at hand? Had she not seen the humiliating concequences of Nal Rog in a skirt, prancing around like some kind of buffed up harlet? It seemed she was more concerned with fashion than anything else and held no sense of sympathy for the once proud warrior. Then she explained to him the price for not wanting to obey the orders of the dragon princess. A price that, upon retrospect, he would rather not pay. It was agonizing, yes. But if he wanted any chance at escaping in the near future, he had to do whatever it took to survive, no matter how humiliating it would be.

And so it was that with a clenched fist of frustration and a look of pure embarassment and anger that Nal Rog picked up the dress and reluctantly began to put it on. And with him not knowing his way around a womans garments other than perhaps the bra and panties, it began to look like a real awkward struggle with a monster made of simple fabrics. And when it became apparent that he wasn't getting anywhere with it and wasting valuable time, he turned to Juliet and with a tinge of red painting his face, he replied, "Do you think you can give me a hand here? I'm not really used to this, you know..."
 
Watching Nal Rog struggle with feminine clothing, Juliet was not sure if it was appropriate to laugh. The man had certainly set himself up for quite a show but in all seriousness, he is trying his best at the matter – better not deflate his confidence while he is up for the task. Instead, she slipped behind the large frame of the warrior, frowning as she noticed the sloppy handling of undergarments. Securing the teeth of the bra properly, her long and slender fingers reached for another intimate piece that is notorious for its shapely function. As Juliet worked the corset around the stiff man’s body, she noted the naturally shaped waistline with a slight tinge of envy; if the minds of women are a mystery to men, then the low-fat content of the male forms is just as curious. She did not give much of a warning as she vehemently pulled the strings that bound his waist to conform his tensed flesh to the socially idealistic hour-glass figure – and successfully created a pair of somewhat convincing man cleavage in the process.

Unable to stifle her giggles once she was done helping with the undergarments, Juliet quickly swept the purple dress from the ground and threw it over Nal Rog’s head before he could have second thoughts. Pulling the hem, of the frilly material, it was simple enough to fit his arms through the sleeves since the dress was already several sizes too large for the typical draconic woman. Once done with her usual fussing, she noted that the man actually looked decent in woman’s clothes; probably a little big for a female but the warrior could easy pass off as the average unwedded maiden. Least to say, the maid is feeling rather proud of her work especially since it is her first time helping anyone cross-dress.

With a new surge of confidence comes a need to overachieve. There is still a bit of time before Princess Aria’s class begins. Dragging the poor man before the dresser, Juliet sat the warrior to the wooden seat and started to brush his hair and dab whatever cosmetic she could find that would suit his day. With steady hands, she powdered his complexion, applied blush and clasped a necklace around him. In the midst of it all, she was rather tempted to try earrings. Holding two dangling pearls in her hand, the maid reached over to check for possible holes near his ear lobes before stabbing blindly for future references.
 
The dress itself should have been enough to satisfy Aria's desires, whatever they may be at the time, right? Well, it seemed Juliet had other ideas. He quickly found himself in the garments women only seemed to wear when they were out and about for proper meetings, or in a darker case, looking to reap the rewards of a lonely young man with a sack of coins and a desire for a good time. With the dress being as uncomfortable as it was, the bra and corset seemed to make things only worse in his mind. The way this servant tightened him up constricted his breathing somewhat, something a warrior like himself didn't need if and when he stepped into battle. Yes, the now girly warrior yearned for the days when he walked free, slaying beast after deadly beast, wearing garbs that were protective and comfortable and screwing every desirable woman he came across rather than dress up as one.

And as the makeup was applied to his face and he was beginning to see the fruits of Juliet's labors, he tried to imagine himself in a more pleasant situation. There he would be, standing over the corpse of the Dragon Lord Ix, his decapitated head raised in his hand for all to see, and both Aria and Juliet would be at his side, naked and chained by the neck with a look of humiliation on each of their faces that would bring joy to his warriors heart. Oh how pleasant these fantasies were for him.

Pain, however, is much more real and just as it seemed Nal Rog's fantasy would never end, he was met with the stinging pain of sharp objects pierced into his ears. The warrior let out a slightly shocked grunt and turned to Juliet then, a scowl of displeasure on his face disguised only by the makeup that was applied. "Hey! Watch it!" he exclamated before realizing just what it was this servant had in mind. "Do you really have to do the earings? It's bad enough that I have to wear this dress and corset and now you want to put jewelery on me?"
 
Watching a large man thrash around because of a pair of earrings was well worth the amount of complaints for Juliet. It was rare that Lord Ix ever brought anything less than submissive as the personal slaves for the princess, but they never did last well at the very end. After all, beings that lose their dignity would lose their place in the animal kingdom. Soothing the stubborn flares of the warrior’s long tresses, the young woman could all but grin at the response. “A maid’s job is to attend to detail - though I have to admit, the humiliation factor adds points to this position.”

With a brisk slap on Nal Rog’s shoulder applied with a strength which only a dragon person could summon , the female sauntered her way towards another door before turning around, holding an expectant look upon her face. "Now that we have to turn you into a presentable lady before the guests, it is time to accompany the Princess in her lessons. "

With a smirk, she gave a slight tug on the handle and swung open the heavy oak door. With a mocking bow, her slender hand swept towards the hallways as she looked at the man with her bright purple eyes. “You first, my lady.”

Meanwhile, situated far along the other side of the hallway, sat Aria in a ballroom before an exceedingly large dining table. Taking another morsel to her mouth, she examined the leftovers with a bored expression before pushing the plate away. She had blatantly disobeyed the first orders of her new teacher and ordered the staff to prepare her first meal of the day but it was well worth it. After all, what is a good show while you are on an empty stomach?

From a distance, she could hear the timely clicking sounds of footsteps approaching her direction. Only one person would have such rhythmic movements, stiff from over practice and age. Without a word, the dragon princess leapt from her seat and extended her wings, and pointed silently towards a few side standing servants who have made the necessary preparations for a quick table change. Looming over the workers, Aria kept a keen eye for loopholes in the arrangement of a new set of tableware before disappearing behind a pillar and waited patiently for the players that would entertain her for the day.

Soon enough, the first to arrive is someone foreign to the castle. An old woman with a rather long and thin frame entered the grand doors to the Princess’s ballroom. If etiquette class were ever an indication of someone’s future, enough of it would seem to give one a straight back and stiff shoulders. The air was clean, indicating that the being has little or no access to magical essence, which brought temporary relief to the young woman. Sneezing and losing her hiding spot was not part of her plans. However, a lack of magic could only mean that the governor has something else up on her sleeve. Lord Ix would never be foolish enough to simply send a normal human for his fiery daughter. As the aged being started to put her hands on the exterior design of the dining table as if counting the separate threads before each utensil through her thick glasses, Aria was more than thrilled for Juliet to present her newly tended lady.
 
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