The air was not a bit warmer in the dining car than in the cabins. You sat down at a table and ordered a tea to warm you up. Putting your feet on the chair in front of you, you close your eyes and try to relax. After a few minutes you feel something sharp run across your right sole. You draw your feet away from the source immediately and look up.
An red anthro dragoness stood by your table smiling at you. "Ticklish are we?" She asks giggling "Can i sit down?" Still a little slow from the cold you say "Sure, why not." She sits down "My name is Ria." she says "I'm Drake." you manage to reply. "Are you okay? You look sick." "I'm fine, just not used to the cold, thats all." You reply, lifting your feet few inches off the cold floor. She seemed to notice, for she asked "Would you like me to warm your feet up a bit? Don't worry I won't tickle." She offered still smiling...
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