Women's Prison.
In the darkness, Gjestastav of the forgotten giant dragon reclined with her legs crossed on the bed while casually playing with her long hair.
The other female prisoners instinctively shrank back.
"Don't be afraid of me, if you behave yourselves, I won't make a move," Gjestastav said with a smile.
She was a new prisoner who had just been brought to this cell by the prison guards.
No sooner had the guard left, than the other female prisoners gathered around her to show her who was boss.
Gjestastav showed them a little of what she could do.
—Even without using Fiery Flame, the mere physical power of the Dragon Clan was more than these mortals could handle.
Now.
They dared not provoke her again.
"Don't be smug, looking the way you do, the prison director will surely want to have a talk with you," the boss among the female prisoners said bitterly.
"Oh? If I become his lover, you'll all be even more eager to fawn over me, won't you?" Gjestastav giggled.
