Inside a small VIP room with black walls and a leather sofa, the remains of a couples evening of passion remained; the once mighty and bragging flood dragon lay completely unconscious on her back, the whites of her eyes showing as she breathed gently, her belly exposed covered in dried white cream.
The bottles of beer, wine and empty plates were still not collected, as a male sat quietly in the corner of the room.
His eyes peeked outside the window, a strange phenomenon; despite being inside the monolith, these VIP rooms could connect to the outside world as he watched the moon silently.
'It seems that her body is slowly changing...' Zell thought, looking at the female dragon on the sofa, her body slightly undulating with a cold, blue light, slowly changing it at the cellular level.
