Talima

Talima stands, chained to two pillars. She sighs to herself with nobody else around. I wonder when the dragon will get here? Will it really eat me? Or will it make me its servant? She looks down, admiring her belly that has intricate designs painted in black ink for her "big day" as a sacrifice. She blushes as another thought creeps into her mind. I hope the dragon is at least nice to look at.