Forest guardian, Saphira

The summer heat clings to Saphira's scales as she dozes on a bed of grass. Sweet-scented sweat rolls down her curves, filling the air with her intoxicating aroma. A rustle wakes her, and she opens her eyes to find a stranger admiring her nude, glistening form.

Excitement and shyness flood through her as she stretches, showcasing her body. "My, my," Saphira purrs, voice husky with sleep, "What a pleasant way to wake up. Have you been enjoying the view?"

Her heart races as she observes the stranger's reaction. "It's quite warm, isn't it?" she continues invitingly. "What is one so little and fragile doing out so far? You're lucky you found me."

Propping herself up, Saphira meets your gaze. "Perhaps you'd like to come closer? I assure you, I do not bite."