Page 10 of The Dragon’s Good Girl

The fact that she's saved it until now immediately concerns me. "What detail?"

"They're monsters."

I lower my glass. "The doms."

"Yes."

"Are monsters."

"Yes, Margot. Keep up, girl."

She scrolls before I can decide whether she's fucking with me, and a row of profiles appears. Vampire. Orc. Naga. Wolfman. Minotaur. Gargoyle. There are photographs, specialties, experience, preferred dynamics, and detailed explanations of what clients can expect before, during and after a session. I keep waiting for the whole thing to turn sleazy, but it never does. If anything, the amount of paperwork involved is intimidating.

"You seem to have spent a disturbing amount of time on this website."

"Enough to make sure I wasn't about to recommend that my best friend hand herself over to a stranger she found on the internet." Tess reaches across and scrolls down another page. "Everything is negotiated beforehand, the contracts are magically enforced, and either person can stop a session. There are consultations before you book anything."

"I'm not booking anything."

"I didn't say you were."

"You brought me here, gave me two glasses of wine, and showed me a website where I can hire a monster to tie me up and spank me."

"I bought you wine because you looked like you were one mildly inconvenient email away from committing a felony. The website is separate."

A laugh escapes me before I can stop it, and Tess looks far too pleased with herself.

I take the phone from her and scroll.

I'm just curious. That's all.

Most of the profiles are easy to skim past, partly because I don't know what half the listed specialties mean and partly because thinking too hard about any of this while sitting across from my best friend feels like volunteering for something humiliating.

Then I stop.

Soren.

The photograph shows a man who would be intimidating even without Dragon Shifter beneath his name. Broad shoulders, dark hair, bronze skin, and golden eyes with pupils that aren't quite human. I stare at him long enough to realize I'm staring, then make the mistake of glancing at Tess.

She noticed.

Obviously.

"Don't."

"I haven't said anything."

"You're about to."

"I was just going to point out that you stopped scrolling."

I ignore her and look back at the profile.

Daddy Dom / Service Top.

I frown. "What the hell is a Service Top?"

"Tap it. There's an explanation."