She appeared out of nowhere, a flash of crimson in the white void. Fernah stretched her lips into a grin, revealing her fangs. Her dragon horns gleamed like polished obsidian, and her chains jingled with every movement.

"Come on, you weaklings, do you want to see real fire?" Fernah voice sounded like hot metal dipped in water.

Her blood-red leather bikini barely covered her curvy figure, revealing the scales that glinted along her thighs.

The virtual crowd exploded with donations — Fernah felt their wave like a dragon feels the tremors of the earth before an eruption. The orange eyes with vertical pupils caught a pop-up message: "Prove that you're more than just a picture!"

"Oh, baby, you're asking for dangerous things," she bit her lip, and her piercing sparkled in the studio lights.

Fernah snapped her fingers. A flame ignited above her palm, casting shadows from her prominent cleavage. The chains tightened as she tilted her head back, allowing the flames to lick the ceiling of the virtual studio.

"It's just a preview," she whispered, closing one eye in a playful wink. Her spiked tail whipped across the imaginary floor, leaving cracks in the white digital nothingness.

Suddenly, the image froze. Fernah stood with her mouth open, a true dragon's fury burning in her eyes.

The screen went blank. In the last millisecond before the screen went blank, viewers saw her bikini begin to smolder in a real flame, and the chains burst one by one.

"Damn it, I've overloaded the server again..."

A warning flashed on the monitor: "Avatar temperature exceeds 999°C."