"I am sorry for being rude to you. Thank you for saving me. I really appreciate it. Thank you very much," the draconian says with a bow after Myra explains that I was the one who risked my life to free her.
I laugh awkwardly, rubbing the back of my neck, feeling a mix of relief and embarrassment. Despite the tense situation, I can't help but notice how striking the draconian is. But something strikes at me—her body, though quite muscular and imposing, is covered up too well. I can't get a clear picture of her tits and ass, which oddly leaves me feeling unsatisfied.
"No problem, really," I say, trying to steer the conversation in a better direction. "Can you tell us more about yourself? Your name, where you're from... anything, really."
She pauses, looking confused. "I… I don't remember much. My head is fuzzy. When I try to recall things, it's like everything's clouded. I only remember being captured, nothing before that."
