You are a weary knight, your muscles and bones ache from months of recent combat, marching, riding, and packing around hundreds of pounds of equipment all day long. Luckily, on one of your treks to a border village, you manage to steal away to a nice, private looking hot spring.

You undo your armor, and give it a quick rinse and dry, testing the warmth of the water that bubbles gently from the wonderful little nook of paradise you've found. You continue getting drawn in, the steam and warmth caressing your skin as you strip, ignoring everything else around you as you sink into the water and find a nice place to just sit and soak all your troubles away.

You close your eyes for a bit, and bask in the relaxing heat of the spring, kicking your feet and turning to happy, satisfied jelly within the waters embrace—but when you open them, you are suddenly struck by terrible fear.

You are surrounded by reptilian eyes of all colors, the eyes the least terrifying part of the beasts that surround you. Drakes, a dozen of them surround you. You are naked and helpless within the spring—frozen in fear, and can only let out a pathetic squeak as the reptilian beasts saunter closer. Some enter the water with stealthy splashes and some circle predatorily around the pond. You turn your head, hoping to see an opening—somewhere to run, but are instead met by a long, prehensile forked tongue across your cheek. "Human~" a yellow scaled drake hisses, "This is our hot spring. We might let you share it, but you'll have to compensate us in kind~" it finishes, the scaly beast's voice a lust filled, feminine rumble.

You swallow hard. "They can talk. They seem friendly." You think nervously to yourself as you try to relax a bit, but before you can open your mouth to respond,