Now Tia Matta had set up her spa on
Mt Pilatus,near Lucerne ,Switzerland,
and had left the spa with a good high,her awakening
demonic appetites
just starting to stir.
Tia Matta hadn't told her that <dragon> is just
another word for <demon> or <fallen angel> and its
unlikely Claudia would have believed it even if the Devil himself
had appeared before her in a flash of smoke and explained where that brimstone
breath of hers came from.
Now back Stateside her divorce from (unknown to her) a dragon posing
as a handsome European Count playboy ,and he'd left her a
old abandoned castle in the Swiss Alps as the divorce settlement.
So she'd flown over to set up shop in her castle.
Strangely all that sex with the Count had left her with unnatural
appetites and vices,including dressing up in a bosomy leather
vest and bikini bottoms,taking a whip and chains and tying some guy or gal
to a bed in a dungeon and eating them alive.
That was the fantasy when she was still human.
However now what the new dragoness really wanted was a oil
portrait of her beautiful scaly self doing it on a bed in a dungeon
with a bleating hoofed goatman.
She hadn't gone down the path of dragonesshood too far to not
realize that wasn't the kind of thing that would be good for her image
or the artist's reputation.
So she strolled down the streets of Lucern and slowly wandered to the
less savoury parts of town.
There was another red scaled dragoness standing ,clothed and
with her naughties covered up,standing in a brothel obviously designed for a clientele not of a human nature.
The other beasts name was Frankie Queasel,or more formally
Carnafra,Avatar of the Dragon of Beauty.
So Claudia marched up to her and forthrightly asked
her to do it with a goat in a dungeon for a oil painting
she wanted to commission.
"Well,for a newcomer,you certainly have a healthy dragon attitude"
said Frankie in a deadpaan voice.
Frankies days of doing it with the Devil's incarnation were
done,but she did give Claudio directions to a human painter
who did paintings of "what he sees" in exchange for
immortality.
So off Claudia went and after they'd agreed on aa price,she sat for the
next week in his studio during the day for his portraiture whilst
lying in her castles dungeon at night.
Finally it was done and Monseur Renard unveiled the
oil painting to a puzzled Claudia.
It was a painting of a nude human woman.
"Thats not me" said the puzzled dragoness
Monseur Renard had had this converation with other dragoness's
so asked Claudia where she was hanging out.
"The abandoned castle just 33 kilometers west of Lucerne"
said Claudia.
So Renard went to his shelf of books on the local history of the
area and pulled out one book in particular,one on castles.
He flipped through the pages till he came to the one he wanted
and showed it to Claudia.
It was another painting of the woman in his painting,but
in this one she was clothed ,the castle towered above her in the background
and the Countess Clarissa was pointing a finger at a tethered billygoat.
" We humans don't see you as you are,as you might once have been
but as the human allegory of the dragon vice you represent"
said Renard.
"From what I see when I look at you and what
I know about Countess Clarrisa,I'd guess you dream about bleating
goats rather then sugar plums during Yuletime."
"By the way,a suggestion.Get some clothes.I've been polite about this
but the local police might react to seeing a nude human avatar walking up and down the streets" Renard finished as he led her
out the door of his shop.