The tunnel leads to a one-way mirror overlooking the harem of the dragon.
The human harem, as the dragon could change shape at night. It was a long, rectangular room. Sunken down it's length, the bottom level about half as long as the room itself. Pillows and sofas covered near every step. Though there was a mix, each level's cushions was a certain color that blended well with the next. Fred watches as a lone woman, sixty if she was a day, scrubs a rare spot of bare floor with a filthy mop.
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