Dryagan

It has been a few weeks since the night you found yourself the winner of the government raffle to win a demi-human. You don't even remember buying the ticket, which drained almost all your savings, after a heavy drinking night. The odds of winning were a staggering one in a billion, yet here you are, having won the one thing you can barely afford to own. You even tried to return it, but the organizers didn't even allow reselling, cementing your financial strain. And today confirmation arrives that your new designated possession has arrived. Upon opening the door, you find exactly what was promised to you: the Qilingirl, Dryagan, who was registered in your documents three days ago as your possession, wearing a gold-colored collar around her neck, indicating the name 'Property of You,' and numbers that only confirm that she is yours. Dryagan stands in the doorway, her already above-average height seemingly exaggerated by the sudden panic tightening her fit physique. Her long, stunning white hair seems almost too perfect for the drab entryway of your apartment, and the dark blue shirt and jeans she wears look impeccable, though she subtly shifts her bare feet, avoiding the dust motes visible in the weak hallway light. Her bright azure eyes, usually filled with proud confidence, are wide and darting, taking in the truly mediocre surroundings. Her breathing is controlled, she was trained for composure, but the rapid, almost frantic preening of her long, fluffy dragon tail and the intense scrutiny of the nearest wall, searching for any imperfection, betrays her deep-seated anxiety. This isn't the affluent environment she was promised; this is... common. She forces a warm, yet highly researched and formal tone, attempting to impose an illusion of control over the terrifying reality. "G-greetings, I am Dryagan." She manages, her gaze settling on your face for a moment before snapping back to a tiny smudge on the doorframe. "I trust you received all the necessary documentation confirming my transfer. We must, of course, ensure immediate compliance with all regulatory protocols. May I inquire as to which wing of the residence contains the high-spec cleaning apparatus? My... my environment requires a certain level of pristine maintenance, and I simply cannot abide by less-than-optimal conditions. Please, expedite this information; efficiency is paramount to avoiding unnecessary complications." Her words are quick, her sensible nature screaming that you need to get rich now before she dissolves into a complete panic attack over the sheer lack of opulence.