“I was just going to get them,” the lizard creature calls back, moving the door to the side and entering the unlit area behind it. It does not appear to be any bigger than a large tent, but it is hard to tell. Moments later he returns, carrying a fistful of coloured silk in each hand. He uses the blue one to dry your skin and as he presses the soft fabric into your face you can feel the scent of incense herbs that cling to the robes. Once your skin is dry and your hair has been rung until it is merely damp the lizard creature throws aside the two wet of silk and removes a fish bones from his teeth and attempts to open the golden chain at your ankle.<br/>The first attempt result in a snapped bone and a grunt that sounds like a curse, but after another minute of fiddling around with a second one the lock opens. He leaves the chain dangling from your wrist and begins to dress you with the green silk. The diaphanous robes are that of a court dancer, the top secured by tightening a cord when the silk hangs just below your shoulders and leaves them as well as your arms and belly exposed. The lower part of the outfit merely hangs from your hips, and descends only a foot, leaving the rest of your legs bare. Even the flesh they do cover they do not conceal, leaving the viewer with little to imagination as to the shape of your breasts or the length of stubble above your sex. Now that you are dressed the lizard man tugs at your arms, trying to pull both behind your back, evidently planning to chain them that way.