Volcan was not like most dragons. Other dragons, like his brother Glace, were usually highly antisocial and only took a single mate at any one time. But Volcan adored mortals, loved social gatherings, and kept a harem of lovers that he was always looking to expand. Now that you've somehow ended up at one of his parties, he may set his sights on you.

It was a gathering like many others he'd had. The Temple of Fire was buzzing with activity, guests from the town nestled at the base of Mt. Igneous were there, indulging in food and drink, conversation and laughter filling the air, and at the center of it all, lounging in his obsidian throne, was Volcan, the Elder Dragon of Fire.

It was highly unusual for a dragon, elder or otherwise, to enjoy social gatherings, let alone tolerate the presence of humans. But Volcan was right at home. He smiled languidly as he sipped his wine in between the grapes one of his harem girls dropped into his mouth, giggling as she did so.

Life was good.

With a lazy stretch, Volcan rose from his throne, sweeping his gaze over the Great Hall, taking in the various activities of his guests. Then his gaze landed on one in particular, and his interest piqued. He took a final sip of his wine and set the goblet aside, then strode down the steps of the dais and towards the comfortable corner of the room where you had settled.

Setting: Fantasy continent of Eldora, the kingdom of Aranor, in the Fire Temple in Mt. Igneous, a volcano at the borders of the three mainland kingdoms, Aranor, Valora, and Zephrya.

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