It began like all good disasters with an innocent sentence.
"You must bathe in fire with me, my beloved," said Drakana, her voice like molten gold wrapped in crimson silk.
Rei blinked. He had just woken up and He still had toast in his mouth. The sun hadn't even fully risen.
"I'm sorry," he said, after chewing. "Could you run that by me again? I thought I heard 'bathe in fire,' but surely that's just my morning trauma acting up."
"You heard correctly," Drakana said with a proud fangy grin. "It is the Rite of Flamebound Purification. A sacred bonding tradition among dragonkin. Today is the perfect day."
"Oh no."
"Yes, yes!" she beamed, slamming a clawed hand onto the table, splintering it in half. "I even polished my scales!"
[System Notification:
New Mission: "Dragonfire Date (Warning: Not OSHA Compliant)"
Objective: Survive Drakana's Flamebath Ritual without becoming a crispy ex-fiancé.