The House of Lord Netrikos, the Golden Dragon of the East was a sight to behold. Carved out by time, then reconstructed by masons over three centuries, the cavern in which the lord resided was a masterpiece and cacophonous blend of the styles he had fancied over the years of building. Pillars of white marble held up the cavernous fresco ceilings. The entrance in the mountain face glittered with gold flecks inlaid in carved stonework from dwarves long dead.
His castle teemed with life, dragonborn and kobold servants rushing to do their daily chores and keep the massive house clean for their master.
At present, Lord Netrikos lay in his private bath deep in the heart of the mountain. He had taken a day of rest and left his record-keeping to his trusted aides. No one was to bother the lord unless bringing him food or tea.
The bath was fed by a natural hot spring diverted through magic. Three dragon head-shaped spouts along the back wall poured water over his golden scales as the lord lounged in his bath. His back half was almost entirely submerged, the front of his body perched on one of the large shelves on either end of the pool. His spiked tail flicked back and forth lazily as he relaxed.
Oh, how he wished to stay in the boiling waters all day, with the sun shining over him through the high glass ceiling. Rays of red and yellow filled the bath chamber with rippling colors that reflected over the mosaic walls. He turned onto his back and stretched his wings out. His right wing draped over the wall and sent droplets of water across the tiled floor while the left curled and deflected the streams of water.
Lord Netrikos reached over the side of the bath onto the floor and took a small quartz bell from a tray that had been left there. He gripped it gently between two claws and gave it a shake. The golden clapper inside tinged against the crystal walls, producing a high, sweet ringing that filled the bath chamber and trickled out the door.
The bell called one of his gold dragonborn servants to tend to his needs. Once he was certain the sound had reached its intended recipient, the lord relaxed in his bath once more.
He stretched his long back legs, claws spreading and cutting through the water with ease. He had removed his more elaborate and delicate jewelry to bathe, but some rings still adorned his great fingers and toes. Twisting brass piercings curled like vines around and through his ears as well. He looked the picture of luxury, a true dragon residing over his hoard and kingdom.
The lord curled his neck in a regal arch as his requested servant entered the room. Orryn was dressed as all those in his inner circle-- delicate gold chains allowed the sheer silk to flow like water off of his skin and leave nothing to the imagination. His wide hips and large cock swung back and forth as he sauntered into the room. A spiny crest spotted with sparkling white gems made him shimmer in the sunlight shining down.