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Mirabelle and Ghost marched towards the tower, not quite expecting what to find but ready to face the inevitable. Before long, a young woman dressed as trendy as could be (by Earth standards) huffed to a guard and walked over, “It's about time you're here! Tell them who I am!”

Attractive by human standards, no doubt, but her facial expressions and attitude made her appear horrifically ugly, “We do not have to answer to you. I am Grand Inquisitor Mirabelle and this is my private assistant Ghost.”

She stifled a laugh, “Ghost? Oh, honey, that's so like you. Lame and predictable.”

Mirabelle glanced at Ghost, worried that he was getting angry. Instead, he was as stoic as ever, “At least I'm not a dollar whore.” Gloria was irritated and her upper lip was trembling, “Oh, my apologies, you were a whore for free.”

“You listen here! I'm taking you back like nothing ever happened, so get happy! Besides, you're useless without me around telling you what to do. Let these imbeciles know that so we can live our life together.”

“Mirabelle, I don't see any reason we have to be kept from our work. Let's get inside.” Gloria stepped between them and the entrance walkway, “Move aside.”

“You don't get it, do you? You're mine, you don't get a say.” With a mighty swing, Ghost slapped Gloria across the face with the back of his hand. She went down like a sack of bricks.

The guards were nervous and weren't sure how to act, “Well tell me, what did you all see?”

The bravest, and the runt of the litter, spoke up, “You just... you just hit her?”

Gloria was sobbing on the ground, “Gregory... how could you?!” She was holding her cheek and crying loudly.

“Who heard a smack?”

Ghost's question caused a bit of hesitation. Not even Mirabelle heard the sound of Ghost hitting the whore, “There wasn't one.”

“Check the security cameras. I didn't lay a finger on her. That's just what she does. Mirabelle, I'm tired of standing around.”

She nodded, “The best way to deal with trash is to be direct and concise. Well done. Guards, do not let this human any further onto our home base. Arrest her and turn her over to human authorities for tresspassing if necessary.”

Ghost and Mirabelle entered the tower and took an elevator, “Any questions?”

Mirabelle shook her head, “No, I think I learned what I needed to. Oh.” She hit a button and stopped on a floor which Ghost lacked access, “I will meet you in your room shortly. I have something to pick up that I've been forgetting.”

“Fine by me.” He rode the rest of the way to his floor, and slowly, with measured steps, entered his room. He immediately punched the wall and howled, “That bitch thinks she owns me?!”

Ghost's senses reacted to the punch in a less than expected way. The dent in the thick metallic wall was coated in his own blood. The nerves in his fist were screaming out in pain. He let his anger get a hold of him again, so he did what he always did. Stood in a neutral stance, and took slow breaths in and out. If Gloria was so desperate to look good and get back together, her life was no doubt in shambles. She would betray him again, make him out to be a joke, and do whatever she could to humiliate him. Nearly a death sentence among the dragon culture.

“How long... before my family tries the same?”

“They already have.”

For the first time in a long time, Ghost jumped and turned. He was so lost in his own world that he lost sight of reality, “How long have you been there?”

Mirabelle was holding a long, wrapped gift. Some sort of wide pole by the looks of it, “I thought better than to engage in their ramblings about invitations. You are more than welcome to react on your own, so long as you do not harm yourself anymore.”

Ghost was calm once more, “That won't be an issue. I have less to say to them.”

Mirabelle nodded and extended the wrapped pole, “Here, I thought you'd like it.” She sounded more feminine than usual, even counting the period of time after her divorce, “Well? It's rude to refuse a gift.”

Ghost took the item with his uninjured hand. It was heavy, but not unmanageable, “Cloth wrapping, heavy. This doesn't look like a typical gift.”

“Just open it already.”

Ghost set it on his bed and did his best to unravel the stings while avoiding staining anything with blood, “It's... a weapon.”

“Yes, like mine, a rifle spear. I thought it would be best if you were properly armed with a weapon suiting a man like yourself.”

“Thoughtful, but...” It was complete with a brass finish, a very sharp silver head, and a rifle mechanism inside of it all. It was a smaller version than the dragon version, but even still the wide weapon would take time to master, “Thank you.” Ghost didn't have a thought to finish.

He also couldn't see Mirabelle, who hadn't left from her original position. He didn't have any reason to look, either, “You know, you dealt with that woman very quickly. Are you sure everything is alright?”

Ghost nodded, “It's never a good idea to give a pretender a stage for too long. They'll always find something to drag on or another way to put you down.”

Mirabelle was quiet for a long while, especially when it was just two people in the room, “You need a way to relax I think. I quite enjoyed the theme park, but I could tell you weren't ready for that much social interaction. Hmm...”

Ghost wasn't ready for it, he felt uncomfortable and threatened the entire time he was in public, away from a safe spot. He was less ready for Mirabelle to grab him from behind with a big hug, “What the hell?” He kept his calm.

“Marqu was telling me about ways for men to... relax. I figured since your hand was injured...”

It was at precisely this point where Ghost panicked. His collected nature hid it well, but in his head he was frantically trying to find a way out, “Listen, appreciate the thought, not interested, kinda busy, not aroused- hey!”

Mirabelle wasn't playing around, “Just let me do this, okay? I have needs too.”

“Yeah, but I don't!” before he knew it, her hand was under his robe and around his dick, “Don't you have a boyfriend yet?!”

“Well,” She slowly started stroking him, “I guess you're my boyfriend when you think about it. We spend all of our time together, you're a man, I'm a woman. Makes sense.” She increased the speed.

Ghost gritted his teeth, “That's not enough, alright! I've got problems, you don't. Find yourself a dragon or something, not some squishy asshole like me. Urg.” The softer scales on her palm felt surprisingly good. It took most of his willpower to resist, “You need... to...”

She pressed against his back, “Just relax, let me do this. Trust me, you'll feel better.” She blew on his ear, and somehow that was just enough. With a twinge of his muscles and a warm, tingling sensation, he came for the first time in well over a year. Mirabelle stopped stroking, and only then could Ghost tell that she was breathing heavily, “Feel better?”

He did, but he couldn't be honest and let her know, “I have a stain on my wall and robe now.”

Mirabelle, the seven foot tall dragon warrior, giggled, “It should come off easy enough, don't worry. I can clean it.” She released Ghost and took a step back, “It was alright... right?”

Ghost regained his composure, “It was... nice...”

“Good. I'll have to do it again sometime.” Ghost flipped around and took a step back, “Not today of course. But another time. Maybe you'll be ready for it. I know I will.” She turned and strutted out of his room.

“What in the seven hells just happened...”

Ghost did what he always did when he was conflicted, he took a shower. With the dragon's simplified rapid cleansing, it took him a while to increase the time and heat settings. Not as relaxing as a long water shower, but better than nothing. There was a knock on the main door, but he was too busy to care.

“Just helping out a new buddy!”

“Miel? How long have I...” Ghost couldn't remember how long he was sitting in the heated bathing tube, but from the sound of things it was way too long. He flipped off the power and grabbed a clean robe. Just as he opened the bathroom door he could see Miel's tail just leaving his room, “Oh what the fuck now...”

Two posters, two very LARGE posters, of nude dragon models, were now plastered to his walls. Even when he lived in a house, he didn't have posters like this up, nor did he intend on it. A note was left on his desk, from Miel of course.

“Hey! Mirabelle asked for my expertise in decorating your apartment, so, enjoy! Let me know if you want bigger tits or asses. Also if you want more. I won't tell anyone!”

Ghost set the note down and picked at the edge of one of the posters, “This is glued on the wall, it's not coming off... dammit. They're not going to let me be me.” He sat on his chair and stared at a blank wall, “Now I have to worry about Mirabelle pouncing on me, Marqu's advice to her, and Miel doing whatever she can to embrace her pervy side. Miel won't change. I might be able to get Marqu to tone down his advice...”

With that, he left his room and after some trial and error, found his way to Marqu's studio. The dragon stylist was thrilled to see Ghost, “Ah, my good human! A little early for a haircut.”

“What did you put into Mirabelle's head?”

He smirked, chuckled, and covered his mouth as coyly as he could, “Oh, that's just between us. Nothing you won't enjoy, I assure you.”

“I need to know what to expect when Mirabelle decides to be, I don't know, 'frisky' with me.”

“Mmm, she does have a lot of pent up energy. You'd be helping her as much as she'd be helping you. Win-win, right? So just enjoy some good sex and probably some good food. She's always been one to try and impress others.”

It clicked in Ghost's mind. The gift was probably planned ahead of time, but the presentation was a means to lower his guard first. If she planned any more “frisky” activity, it would most likely be after a fancy meal, or another significant gift. Mirabelle had a tell. Unfortunately, it was hard to refuse a sudden offer for food or a gift when he was still just a human among dragons. The only place he had on the planet was a bar, and he couldn't say he was friends with everyone there.

Ghost sighed, “Fine. Thanks for the information.”

“Not a problem, deary.”

“For fucks sake. I can't even hide anywhere in this damn tower.” It's not that Ghost didn't appreciate Mirabelle's company, or that he didn't find her attractive, but he still didn't like contact with others. He also didn't trust anyone, expect for Miel. Even then, that's because Miel was predictable. Mirabelle was a bit too unpredictable at this point, and that worried him more than anything. She could try to love him, or use him. Both equally likely, both potentially devastating.