Verwyva takes a moment to catch her breath, smoke billowing from her nostrils, but quickly dispersing. She then looks down at Blue with a satisfied smile. “You were good... so very good.” she says, licking her lips. “It’s time to find out if you’re ‘good’ in more ways than one.” She lifts her body off the elf, his softening member sliding out of her love tunnel as she does so, and then she crawls off the bed. “Are you ready to see what I really look like?” she asks as she walks to an open area in the cave. Before he can respond she turns around and emits a bright light before emerging as a feral dragoness, her body now the size of a bus, and quadrupedal.