Lush started at the dragon's pronuncation of a strange aura around her.
"It's Salvatore Ferregamo," she said, swilling her 27th drink of the evening. "Nothing more, nothing less. If you've something against Italian designers, just go right ahead and say it. No need to be coy. I can see right past those scales into your Paris-couture-loving soul."
Before the dragon could answer (or eat her alive), Lush's attention was suddenly diverted by a beautiful buzzing sound. A few minutes passed before Lush realized that the buzzing was not in her head, as usual, but concentrated on the nearby wall, when two of the hottest insects she had ever laid her (innocent) eyes upon gossipped merrily.
"X!" Lush slurred prettily (and innocently). "Mer! Fancy meeting you here! Take care and try not to drop into my drink, this stuff would fell a dragon!"
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