Wilfredo
*Another night, another time that the young Empress-to-be had snuck out in the same dirty garments, all shades of brown hiding under the cowl and jacket. Stained, dirty and with two tiny black horns poking out through torn holes she had set out with one motive: get wasted. It had been an entire week full of court-hearings, studying and mediating political matters she had been entrusted with. She had woken late this morning so she could stay out all night if she so damn well wished. She had walked to the edge of the city, stumbling quite literally over a tavern so aptly named "The City Garden". She got back to her feet, realizing she had fallen over some dead-drunk oaf sleeping in the streets. Wonderful, she thought while sneering with her whole face, large and sharp teeth adding to her disgust. She assumed he had been inside this venue today and thrown on his ass out before becoming a problem - or had become one. In ways it was excellent advertisement for her; if this peasant could get this drunk here, so could she.*

*A little bell chimed with the door pushed open. She stood there, inspecting. It was not the standards of royalty but for the peasantry this must have been a more high-end place. The air did not choke and stink of moldy wood, most were clean and shaven. Now she was the one who stuck out, retreating to a darker place where she could sit alone. She hoped they took orders at the table; they could at the least be* ***That*** *Civilized.*
Timothy
*The night has been long... Well, at least for one very specific butler in service. Not that it was boring or unpleasant, in fact, Lumen enjoyed the whole vibe this new working space had, or else he wouldn't be working here. It was a much more personal reason, one involving moons and seasons that most likely he was the only one that could understand. During these times it gets quite hard to properly do the daily duties without getting distracted, yet luckily for him, he had just enough conscious to do his job properly.*

*At times there were small fights, parties or something to keep him excited through the night, but most importantly distracted... This doesn't seems to be it, or at least that's what he was constantly being reminded of until a certain figure walks inside the tavern, mysteriously wandering to a corner before only her silhouette could be seen. Without hesitating much the sly dragon quickly walks towards her table with a single notepad and a pen, wearing a brown apron while under it a formal black shirt. (Of course the apron was there for a reason..)*

"Hello Miss! Welcome to The City Garden, how may I serve you?"
Wilfredo
*To her astonishment, this establishment did have servants. She liked it more by the minute but what they served would decide if she stayed. Her hood was laid on her shoulders, and the bandana hiding her mouth came off revealing a sight many in the empire would recognize instantaneously. Hair short and of pure silver, dark-blue eyes like fresh blueberries, and if this butler was an attentive one, her tail both thicker and larger than the rest of her body.*

"Yes, you can give me a tankard of something strong- wait a minute."
*Her eyes were not accustomed to the brighter light inside yet. Something, something was strange here; this was no normal human, if it even was human. She did not stand up to avoid curious gazes, scanning him with interest.*
"How much for you to join me at the table? If you don't offer that kinda service, I'll double the offer."
*Oh how used she was to get her way. Brats.*
Timothy
*As soon as he gets much closer, his eyes could be seen barely glowing, much like some other body parts. Some concealed others exposed. For his amusement the girl was... Different from the rest, similar to him but still different. Her horns would give it away, but she had something special hiding behind all those dirty clothes, yet he couldn't be sure since she was already quite drunk or at least tipsy.*

"Double the offer..? Well I wouldn't mind sitting down, it's been a very tiring night, not to say lazy one too, but what's the occasion?" *He asked, now slowly sitting down on the table hiding all the glowing bits except his eyes. She was definitely different, not human and with a familiar scent, scent that alone would linger him a bit closer.* "Kind of service, you mean having a talk with the butler? We offer those free of charge but for you, I take the double offer!" *A smug appears on his face, not even knowing that he was talking to royalty.*
Wilfredo
*Good. Heracles was glad he did as asked. She would not dare use her royal titles her. She leant over the table and grabbed one of his arms; brought up to her nose and sniffed. She stopped, staring dead eyed into his; yes, she was slightly tipsy already, but not so the stench of booze wafted out of her mouth.*

*She sat back down, stern-faced.*
"I knew it. You're draconic too."
*She put her nose to the ceiling, head nudged aside and a finger snapping.*
"Top-shelf then and your company for double. You will stay at this table and talk with me, since you are deemed of notable interest."
Timothy
*As she suddenly grabs his arm the dragon gets tugged forward a bit, not expecting this gesture towards him before finally being set free. This wasn't... Normal coming from common clients, yet he didn't minded. If anything he was now even more curious, watching how she behaves and how she talks, finding it all more interesting especially since her words were quite sophisticated and well chosen.*

"I-.. Am draconic as well yes. But what are you suggesting? Do you not require me as a butler but as company for tonight? I mean.. It isn't the first time someone needs me to keep company but they usually are less straightforward." *Impressed by her attitude she scoots closer to her, signaling the bartender to bring a cup.* 
"I didn't knew there were other dragons around here! Quite impressed and happy.." *Now he needs to keep his body cool and ease his mind of the season and moons that try to interfere.*
Wilfredo
*Heracles looked to the boy-dragon, angling her head back towards him.*
"You can do both, can't you?"
*At the notion of what he implied she snickered. Him, her intimate company? She scoffed at the thought. She would ignore his advance instead of scolding him this time, for she was a kind leader.*

"I am surprised as well. You are the first I have seen besides my mother and maids. You haven't introduced yourself to me yet, very rude! You can call me Hera for now."
*Was that name too tongue-in-cheek? He seemed oblivious to the royal family. Peasants were so often more concerned with running around like headless chickens.*

*Whatever the blue boy had ordered for her arrived; it was contained in a tankard as she wanted but she could tell by the smell it was no drivel or soapwater. She shot a glare at the other waiter. It was clear it had overheard her previous request. She would do well to not share too much about herself here.*

*It was obvious she had practice with how the tankard slammed back on the table, empty and a bellowing burp that would never be excused for.*
"Oh yes, that is good. Not the greatest but it puh-passes!"
*She was working up a blush, like a radiant pink-red sunset reflecting over a mountain ridge composed by her nose.*
"Don't judge this book by the cover! I look small but I can handle a whole barrel of this stuff!"
Timothy
*Butlers at this tavern were well known, Lumen was no exception especially considering his glowing bits and his exotic nature. Internally he was known to mess around with his clients, mischievously guiding them or just teasing without ever seeing the consequences of his actions. It was in his nature, and being a dragon himself he felt like he could slip right away from any problems.*

"Mother and maids..? You have maids of your own?!" *Now even more curious than ever he leans closer to her, staring right at her eyes as if trying to read her mind.. In fact, what he was doing was just trying to see something that could remind him of someone he saw before, yet nothing would come up.* 
"Hera.. It's nice to meet you, I'm Lumen. The tavern's dragon, and probably the only dragon around taking out of count your family and maids. Say... Are you from here, I've never seen you before, neither any maids?"

*A chuckle follows the moment she burps, stating that she was stronger than her looks. He couldn't help it! In all fairness, she did seem like a strong one, if he counts her forward attitude and open speech a thing.* "If you're not from here, Hera, then where do you come from? You do seem quite.. Out of the box, in a good way of course!"
Wilfredo
*She did not recoil or demeanor with the boy so up in her air. She took the chance to study him in exchange. There was not a blemish or scar on his azure skin, with a visage that spoke of softness. She looked him up and down, she was starting to sense a... Fondness for him. She knew what time it was; he knew it. They could both sense the scent, of the estrus. It was not something to take lightly albeit the fertility of dragons were horrid. That was why they were so few but mighty. They could probably spend the entire time of this primal instinct together and not produce an heir.*

"Yes, several in fact." 
*She flicked her hand at the bar, expecting to be served again. She did not speak until the tankard was in front of her. She was oblivious to why but she felt like sharing the secret with him. She scanned the room again, looking for eavesdroppers. Sated no one would hear her, she leaned up to his air and spoke in elegant whispers.*
"Do not react to this, do not freak out, act like nothing and speak less of it. I'm Heracles Villiander, **The Empress-daughter.**"

*She feared she would regret this, but if she did the solution was simple.*
***Bury this entire district in a landslide.***
Timothy
*Several? He thought... How could Hera own so many maids and act as if it was nothing. Lumen did try his best to figure out this mystery, especially considering they were mostly female dragons, but that was just the season's doing to his poor thoughts. There wasn't any possible explanation until she were to told him her secret. The moment those words were shared he froze, processing all of that information, connecting all the dots until eventually her mother's picture would come up to his mind.*

*Lumen wanted to act like if it was a very normal think in hopes not to catch other's attention, so instead his glowing bits start to spark brighter, not really sure if he was in trouble or not.* 
"A-.. Ahem... Empress-daughter? **The Empress**?" *He whispered, eyeing her down while they stood up close from opposite sides.*

"That explains... A lot, which also means I'll probably will be seeing the gallows-"
*And just as he was starting to get a worthy reputation around... Yet during his small overthinking process, some more marks seem to scatter around his body, showing more of his skin from under his clothes while the exposed bits do seem to be all clean, soft and rather pleasant for a peasant.*
Wilfredo
"Yes. That Empress, the Lady of Inferno." 
*Her mother was known for many deeds, but chief among them was how she had seized power in a war that saw nations burns and drown in an ocean of flames. Estimating a death count was useless; how does one know how many particles of ash a man makes?*

"Hah, Lumen, you're a funny one!"
*She said leaning back before bumping his shoulder with a balled fist weakly. When she was sure no one paid attention again, she leaned in again, and whispered again.*
"We're not fuckin' savages peasant. I'm not gonna have you executed for talking to me, I said act as no-."

*In a moment of weakness she had looked down to between his legs and saw... A glow. She could see it many places on his body but she was transfixed by the one shining through his pants. She became ghastly silent, not moving a muscle.*
"Oh wow."
*It was exactly what she knew it was. Surprise slipped away to a smug, lip biting smile, with eyes sending the Whore's Gaze into his. She leaned back, taking her tankard and crossed her legs, resting on the chair in a way most unbecoming of royalty. Why, if her servants saw her now they would scold her for hours.*
"I don't think you have to worry about the hangman, Lumen."
Timothy
"I didn't exactly meant being executed but surely if the Empress found out her daughter was around the tavern she would most likely try to find a guilty one. And who's the lone dragon here... Probably would take me into her castle and make me be a butler there..." *For a moment he stopped, thought about it again before correcting his statement.*

"Actually, that wouldn't be that bad. At least I would have more than what I have now... Tell me, is your mother looking for another dragon to help her? That if she doesn't minds more exotic kinds." *But as soon as he stares back at her, she had finally noticed it.. Hiding under the apron and pants, visibly tugging the cloth upwards ever so slightly. Her gaze was enough for him to be.. Curious about what she thought about this feature he had.*

"Ah.. Good~! That way I get to watch the Empress scold her daughter for staring at someone's lap, especially if a Dragon." *He said while a few chuckles could be heard ever so slightly, messing with Hera and trying to see if he could get away from these teases without being burned or scorched.*
Wilfredo
"Hmm... Butler-butler-butler... There is always need for those. Not to mention you are one of us..."
*Her smirk became sour as he quipped back.*
"Hmph! I'll stare where I please!"

*She down the tankard while asking for another non-verbally, throwing it over her shoulder when empty, burping again. She exhaled deeply and long. She was... Starting to feel it. Of course that was a lie; she was drunk by now. Not shitfaced but drunk.*

"It is hard to find male dragons, and personally any suitors so far have been limp-dicked mommytoys..."
*She stopped, staring at the thousands of yards behind Lumen, a finger pointing up at nothing.*
"...You know, probably in more ways than one for some of them. Ew. But! It's not like I'm a size queen or anything pffft but a Lady has her needs too!"

*She returned to his visage. Mmmhm, he was a cute one, and that was a clouded consciousness further choked in the thick mist of primal desires.*
"Butler and... Concubine~? You seem warm and soft, I can practically feel it radiating from you. The perfect bedwarmer!"

*She leant on the table, looking at him. That blush from earlier had turned her whole face pink, eyes struggling more and more to focus. Out of her jacket she produced a tiny white oval stone with a crude depiction of a house. A Homestone. Only meant for emergencies, but she was the fffffuckin' Empress' daughter! She'd use it as she pleased!*

"You get to choose. Wanna fuck here somewhere or at my place~?"
*She gave him a pout, making an extra cutesy voice.*
"It would be really hot if you knew a hiding place here Lumen."
Timothy
*The Empress-daughter had to be affected by the season as well, there was no other explanation, except the amount of beers she had that could maybe explain her unhinged speech about parts of the private royal family. Lumen did try to reach closer, wanting to learn more about this, yet starting to see where this could lead if both of them start to smell each other's scent for far too long.*

"The Empress gets lonely as well? Seems to be fair- I.. Mean-... Butler and concubine!? And how would you explain that to your mother, especially with me being a peasant and a male dragon?" *Her mother was quite the figure, having earnt her respect around especially for her... Cruel ways of burning traitors or those who oppose her ideas. It was a very risky deal, yet the boy's mind was filled with impure thoughts, starting to even paint his cheeks a different hue while staring towards her.*

*He had a few choices available, and one of them did seem to appeal Hera more. Maybe if the Empress doesn't finds out he had a change to walk for another day, and taking into account his state, there was no way he would let this opportunity slide...* 
"Follow me..." *He whispered, grabbing her hand and dragging her away from their table. A hurry pace was set, trying to make it seem like it was just another "Drunk" Emergency when in fact Lumen was just trying to reach the storage room. 

With a single motion the door opens up, quickly closing it up once they were both inside. Small hints of light scatter around the room, and there weren't from your average window, in fact it was from his body alone, especially the 'core'. He reached the candle, lighting it up and taking off his apron.*
"How can you tell your mother won't find out?~"
Wilfredo
*Heracles giggled with her soon-partner of the night took her away, scarcely grabbing the last tankard placed on the table. She would be sleeping in late tomorrow to avoid the skull-splitting headache after this loan on happiness.*

"Pffft, her? She has pleeenty already, she doesn't need more!"
*She said, uncaring and unaware it was spoken so casually no one would pick up on the truth. All they saw was Lumen drag along a young woman, one with a large, black tail behind her. Its tip swayed happily.*

*The storage space was old, dusty and strangely illuminated, and with the more skin shown she could tell why he had earned the name. She waved away his last question.*
"Pffft, she probably already fuckin' knows. She'll do what she always does; scolds me and then lets me have my way anyway. I mean sure, if we had a kid no one could learn a mere pppeasant is the father but mom would just be happy for a strong and healthy successor! But enough yappin'!"

*She stormed down, sitting on her knees while fumbling his pants open. She was finished with the waiting, she had to see it! She wanted to see it so much she was going insane, and when finally it came free after much tinkering the often rude and talkative young Lady was stunned to silence.*

*It landed on her, so large it eclipsed half her face. He had been right, he was exotic. It was entirely blue, glowing so bright... And the scent... Sweet like summer. She would never give her heart to him, but to this... She could give part of it.*

"Y-yeah. Im not sharing this. If you know how to use it, consider yourself **Fuckin'** Hired. Just... Wow."
*She was clay now. Lumen could grab her by the horns and fuck her throat sore if he wished. She had the feeling he was too soft for that. She hoped the opposite.*