>>5418216“Queen Myrmma,” you greet here.
“Copper Dragon, King of Bloodrise,” she acknowledges, smiling only slightly, and speaking with deep dignity.
She stands still before you. Her daughters bow.
She, notably, does not.
Do you?
>Bow—you are a visitor, and not even paramount among your race>Do not bow—you are racially superior, and a conquering king>Incline your head but slightly, and ask to speak in private—king to queen, equal-to-equal>Flirt, complimenting her in faintly-admiring terms [must make a religion roll, or find the words choked in your throat as grimly-erotic memories of the Queen of Dragons return]>Write-in 