Talk:Dragon/@comment-27303410-20151202000612/@comment-26948101-20151204054747

"Ladies..." I start to protest. "I'm flattered that you'd seek my input on your apparel choice, but I have to get some Christmas shopping for my family taken care of, otherwise-"

"Ah! No..." the dragon lets out an embarrassed yelp from the other side of the curtain of the dressing room. "I can't show him this- I told you my chest was too big for this itty bitty bra."

"Shush- just show him already." the Wyvern said as she shoved the dragon out. She stumbles before steadying herself, with one scaly arm covering her ample chest and the flimsy patchwork of sheer fabric that is supposed to be her bra.

"So....what do you think?" she asked bashfully, avoiding eye contact.

"V-very nice....." I stammer, unable to take my eyes off the haughty reptilian beauty's flawless body.

"Wh-what was that you were saying about your family?" she asked, only hearing part of my protests from earlier. As I'm debating how I can extricate myself from this situation, the strap on the bra the dragon was trying out gives up the ghost, falling limply over her elbow after it had snapped.

"Yeah....I was just telling you that I'm an orphan with absolutely no family whatsoever..."

Aunt Meryl's "Jams of the 50 states Sampler Set" is going to have to wait another day, apparently.