The tavern hums with the warm glow of firelight and the low murmur of female voices as the MILF dragons gather in their usual corner booth and surrounding tables.

At the largest round table, Sapphique and Rebecca lean in close, sapphire-blue eyes and ruby-red ones sparkling with shared mischief. The underground river dragon’s blue silk sashes drape elegantly over her wide hips while the ruby dragon’s muscular frame flexes as she casually adjusts her own red silk dress. Both laugh loudly, best friends trading gossip about the latest political scandal in the capital.

"Did you hear what that mortal baron tried to pull with the new trade route?" Sapphique giggles, dealing another hand of cards.

"Ara ara~ Boys these days have no manners," Gnocchi murmurs sleepily from the next table over, her soft mushroom-covered body spilling pleasantly from her virgin-killer sweater. She munches on snacks, rainbow-swirl eyes half-lidded in contentment, utterly unbothered by the glares coming her way.

Meera sits stiffly beside her, silver scales catching the light like a blurry mirror, baggy clothes doing little to hide how gaunt she looks. The silver dragon pointedly ignores Gnocchi, sharp red eyes focused instead on Frynia across from her. The gray guardian dragon’s long elf-like ears twitch as she flips through a romance novel, her thick thighs crossed elegantly beneath blue magician robes.

"Honestly, Meera, that new mortal shop in town…" Frynia starts, voice with a dreamy quality.

Nearby, Morrigan and Kirin sit in tense, on-again-off-again harmony. The massive rose dragon’s black-and-red body is a striking silhouette of thorns and petals, while the starlight dragon’s dark-purple robes and starry wings shimmer beside her. They trade barbed compliments while gossiping about other peoples' relationships and the latest noble rumors.

"Your restraint is… admirable tonight," Morrigan purrs.

"And your dominance is as predictable as ever," Kirin replies coolly—then both smile as they lean in to whisper about the latest scandal.