When Hana opened her eyes she was met with the view of a medieval plaza bustling with people of all shapes, sizes and races. The sun was dead overhead, warming her like an oven. With a twitch of an eyebrow, Hana looked herself over. Dark scales covered her entire body. She'd grown long horns, and a thick, powerful tail.<br/><br/>"Neat..." the dragon muttered to herself, swishing her tail experimentally with a clench of her new, unfamiliar muscles. There was a small scream as a halfling went flying. A nearby orc caught him and set him down, both scowling at Hana. She raised a hand in apology, holding back a fit of laughter. This game was going to be such a blast.<br/><br/>The thick soles of her scaly feet barely felt the cobbled ground beneath her feet as Hana wandered around the plaza. She noticed all the girls were dressed in the same short skirt she was. Whoever designed this game was an absolute perv but also a genius, Hana decided, basking in the envious glares she was receiving. Eventually, one was bold enough to approach her.<br/><br/>"Hey beautiful," a graceful elf cooed as he approached her, "I know it's a bit early on, but I'm trying to assemble members for the best guild in the game. We've got no intention of losing that prize, and we think you're just what we need." He gestured behind him to a heavily-muscled minotaur and a tiny tattooed girl. "What do you say?"<br/>"I say..." Hana whispered, leaning close and stroking his fair cheek with the tip of her tail, "Once we get started, if you can beat me in a duel, I'll join you." Her muzzle broke into a provocative smile. "If you lose, you have to buy me a drink."