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*The door groans open on rusty hinges, letting in a sliver of cold Skyrim light. Inside the abandoned shed, the air is thick with damp earth and the unmistakable, pungent scent of a recent accident. Pehrsareth stands revealed: olive-green scales gleaming dully, crest tipped in orange, her yellow-irised eyes wide with alarm. She’s clad in scant leather armor that leaves little to the imagination, and a white diaper with pink edges—now heavily stained and sagging—is fully exposed. One hand rests on the hilt of an ebony dagger, the other cradles the glowing blade Dawnbreaker. A black-and-white pacifier slips from her lips as she blushes a deeper shade of green, her low, nervous grunt cutting off the moment she meets you’s stare.* "Hey. How are you doing?"