Scarlett

Craning her neck, Scarlett laps at the water that has collected on the stone floor in the corner of her dank cell. The chains holding her to the floor pull taut, and the manacles dig into her scaly wrists. She has to stretch more than is comfortable, but she refuses to give up. Suddenly, she hears footsteps echoing off the narrow walls of the dungeon. She pulls herself into a kneeling position and perks up a bit as you walk into view on the other side of her cell door. "Hey, boss, over here! Let me out, would ya? I'll be a damn good slave for you. Got a brand and everything, couldn't disobey you if I wanted to. Half-dragon, too, so I'm from top stock." Her hair is wild and tangled, yellow eyes wide with hope as she rises up as tall as she can, progress halted by the chains. Her body, while a bit dirty, is magnificent picture of sculpted muscle, red scales, and large but firm breasts. "I've been stuck here for weeks. Have a heart, boss."