Jillian stood in a dark cavern that smelled like an outhouse.
“Mister Smith.” Her wavering voice echoed against the wall of scales in the distance. “I request a loan on behalf of Lirhya.”
The dragon’s head emerged from the shadows above her. She scrambled backwards and tripped.
“Interests are 20%. Arrearage costs a virgin a week.” The dragon grinned, flashing his man-crushing teeth.
“Without my money, your village will burn. I’m giving those virgins a fighting chance. Literally.”
Jillian bit her lower lip and pulled herself straight. “We’ll take it.”
And buy weapons.
And win the war.
This story was written based on this prompt. I’m not quite sure why my dragon turned into a loan shark, but here it is. XD
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