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"You don't have to worry about me," Draykan says, gulping down some coffee, "I'm a bit out of practice, but I love to cook!"

"Oh, really, and what training have you had?" asks Baker.

"I'm self-taught!"

Baker catches his chest and sighs, his eyes fluttering. "A man after my own heart. Well, why don't we get you a uniform and have you working on the front?"

Draykan frowns. "But I thought you needed help baking."

"In due time. What I need is someone to help with the lunch rush."

Draykan shrugs. "Alright then. Glad to help. Oh, and about the pay...."

--

Draykan stands behind the counter, dressed in the pastel pink uniform quite tight upon him, his muscles threatening to rip out of the thing, and his apron looking more like a bib as it dangles around his neck.

The black cat comes out of the kitchen, giving him a little purr and an eye flutter while placing a tray of donuts on the counter.

"Not that busy of a day yet, huh?" Draykan says.

The cat giggles and saunters back to the kitchen.

Draykan frowns, his mind wandering to days of adventuring, when a cough brings him back to looking down.

The woman from earlier stands at the counter, placing a few coins before him. "Donut and coffee, please."

"Oh, yeah. Sorry," Draykan says, counting the change.

While he walks to the pot, she tilts her head, bouncing on her toes. "So, you're the runner-up of the Tournament of Pleasure, yeah?"

"Heh, thanks," he says, sliding the coffee over toward her. "But second place isn't really the best, is it?"

"It's better than anyone else could do. You're probably the most famous dragon in the world."

"Huh... I never really thought of it that way before."

"You could be a celebrity spokesperson for things or something, like a sexfight ring, maybe!"

"Well, I'm trying to lay low for a bit and helping out a friend and stuff."

Baker enters from the back. "Well, that's the lunch shift, everyone. AM crew, feel free to hit the showers. Draykan, I need your opinion or something." He wraps his arms around the dragon and leads him into the back, where they step up to a few beds of metal, each indented with the mold of a humanoid form, naked. Behind them is an oven where another such bed is. The scent of strawberries wafts out and flutters over Draykan's nostrils.

"Now, I need your professional opinion on this one, Draykan dear. Seems we got an order from a rather discerning and scaled client. They said they wanted me to try something different, so I'm thinking of trying a new mold."

"These are all ladies," Draykan says, glancing between the different shapes. "I thought you were a dude."

"Oh, my dear, dear, Draykan," Baker says, tapping his lip. Suddenly, he freezes, becoming nothing more than a statue.

Out from the closet bursts out a wooden mannequin, which grabs and dons an apron. "I'm a construct. I'm whatever I can make myself be. From a ladies' man like yourself, I'm asking which of these bodies looks like they'd be irresistible?"

--

The day goes on as people come and go from the establishment, including one young woman with curly brown hair, holding a coffee in one hand and a donut in the other. She passes by one of the alleyways, sipping on the coffee, while up on a nearby rooftop, a figure floats, following her down the streets as she munches on her treat and sips her drink.

Soon, the woman makes her way to an apartment building, whistling to herself as she enters all alone. But she stops, chews her food, swallows, and slowly turns, turns, turns.

A white porcelain hand grabs her by the face and thrusts forward, sending her crashing into her chair, sending it spiraling back!

Galenna floats in, one arm detached and the other floating away from her shoulder. She chuckles as the door closes and locks behind her. "I must commend you for your trickery, spy. I had no idea someone wanted to watch my Drayky so badly they'd send in someone so inconspicuous."

The woman wrenches the arm away from herself and kicks herself up to a standing position. In the same motion, she pulls out a dagger, her eyes flashing yellow, her teeth sharp as she snarls at the psionic intruder.

"Now that the jig is up, perhaps you'd like to tell me why you were interrogating my Drayky, hm?" It would be nice if you just cooperated."

The spy leaps forward, slashing the dagger at the elf.

Galenna floats back, her hand flying like a rocket aimed square at the spy's shoulders.

The spy spins around, her skirt lifting up as a tail grows, reptilian and blue, and hooks around the wrist of the psionicist. Turning, she slams the upper arm against Galenna's face, sending the elf crashing into her coat rack.

The shapeshifter's hair turns to a shock white, her ears point, and her skin becomes a light blue as she leaps forward, landing on Galenna's lap and thrusting her dagger downward towards those large breasts.

Galenna's free arm shoots forward, grabbing the shapeshifter by the throat, a burning passion in the protector's eyes. "Oh, they really sent someone special!"

A bit of broken wood flies from the floor, smacking the woman and sending her back onto the ground. A large white foot lifts up and slams down, heel digging into her stomach. The shifter coughs and writhes under pressure as Galenna grinds the heel against her.

The elf lifts up, producing a comb from within her dress and straightening her hair. "You may be special, but unfortunately for you, Draykan sent a sword to be his shield."

Her other leg flies away from her, kicking the shifter in the side of the head.

And at that moment, everything goes dark.

--

Throbbing pain and biting cold are the things the shifter feels. That, and a sense of immobility. She's floating and spread and naked. She blinks, her vision still blurry as the light blinds her golden eyes.

"You do a service to your profession, whatever that may be," comes the haughty voice of Galenna as she floats in, trailing behind herself a box. She licks her lips as she looks over the figure before her. "Curious that this is the form you take when you recover your senses. I wonder, is it a reflex that you have to hide your horrendous natural self? No, no, don't answer that. We're not here for that."