Draykan, despite the stunning blow to his jaw, wraps his tail around Modrana’s waist and flips himself and her over to the side! “Maybe if we fought somewhere empty!” he says.
“What’s the matter?” she coos, scratching his face.
He grabs her wrist, his own trembling from her bite. 
“I thought you didn’t mind knocking down a few buildings if it meant conquering a female? Besides, these people here are hardly innocent.”
He pushes himself up, getting onto his knee and slowly rising to his feet, bringing her up. “W… what do you mean?” He asks, the heat in his head throbbing.
“It’s quite simple, really,” she says. “Every bit of sway I have over someone is because of their nature. My spell to uninhibit, my venom to overpower, and my money to tempt. They’re all preying on one sinful weakness or the other. No one truly innocent of any wrongdoing would ever fall sway to my abilities. Those, I use my brute strength for!” 
She roars, throwing a haymaker against his throat that sends him sprawling back towards the crowd.
“Perhaps, I should spread a bit of my releasing gaze and show you the truth.”
She sweeps her gaze across the room and to each of the dancers on the floor.
A wave of moans erupts from the dance floor. Though Draykan cannot see it, the dragon’s senses allow him to know the writhing bodies that fall to their knees at the sweeping of Mordrana’s gaze.
“Fight me fairly!” Draykan snarls.
Some of the dancers approach Modrana, clinging to her, blocking Draykan from getting near her without attacking them himself. “I don’t think I will, not quite yet. After all, I need to apply the final seal to each of them if they are to perpetually be free and spread the love.”
“This sort of perversion is what the Knights of Love are made to fight,” Draykan says. “So, if you’re going to curse anyone with your seal… curse me.”
Modrana chuckles. “Well, isn’t that an interesting trade?” She shoos her followers away. “But, I’m having too much fun in the thrill of battle. Open your eyes, and we can continue our fight. Unless, of course, you find yourself overwhelmed with your desire to serve me.”
Draykan curses under his breath and stands up tall. He takes a deep breath and opens his eyes, looking straight ahead towards her. He gets a good look at her piercing yellow gaze for the first time.
“You see, you were worried for nothing,” Modrana says. “Only those who harbor a latent desire are affected by my vision. What is it you desire that you do not already act upon?” she asks, curling a finger towards him.
“Good point,” Draykan says, “But most of the time,” he says, his breath getting heavy, his chest rising and falling with each labored attempt to hold back, “I like to be polite.” His voice slowly shifts to a snarl before he rushes forward, throwing a punch right at the gorgon’s face.
The serpentine woman slips away, only for Draykan’s punch to end abruptly, his free hand hitting her in her side.
Modrana doubles over, and she lashes out. Her mouth opens wide for another bite.
Draykan grabs onto the sides of her mouth, thumbs inside, spreading her cheeks and pulling her away.
Through pained and surprised whimpers, Modrana looks up to him with wide, concerned eyes.
Draykan smiles as he looks down at her, flicking his hair back. “You know,” yes begins, “I didn’t notice this before, but you have beautiful eyes.”
Her questioning whimper is followed by her head being thrown downward, crashing into Draykan’s raised knee.
Modrana flops onto the ground onto her back, groaning and rubbing her chin. Draykan steps up and plants his foot upon her chest, leaning down onto her. “Now then, let’s talk about hidden desires and you giving me what I want.”
Modrana laughs a hissing laugh through strained breath. She grabs the dragon by the ankle, pressing her powerful tail against the ground and springing around, sending Draykan flying to the side and into the crowd.
Many glowing-eyed ladies climb on top of him, rubbing their hands over his muscles, cooing and sighing as they appreciate his body. Underneath, the dragon finds himself relaxing, enjoying the attention given to him by such subservient and apparently willing individuals.
A relaxing time ends when a porcelain arm grabs one of the partiers by the shoulder and tosses her aside. Another one pulls another one away, revealing behind the mass the indignant fury of Galenna.
Draykan shakes his head and pushes the other lovers off of him, only to see that the crowd of dancers is being taken care of by his collection of conquered beauties, including the dragon Clarendala and the sorceress Estrasa. Among them, too, is Purity.
Draykan hops to his feet and runs to get between Modrana and his girls, his hands outstretched. “Don’t you dare attempt to get any of my women.”
“So possessive,” Modrana hisses. “You and I are quite alike, Draykan.”
He ignores her, his snout twisting into a sinister smile. “There’s a little something I didn’t tell you about my desires before.”
“Oh, what’s that?”
With great speed and force, Draykan shoves her forward, slamming her against the wall with an arm blocking her shoulders. He leans in front of her. His growling and snarling voice transform into a husky whisper.
She gulps, her glare turning more towards a pleading worry.
He licks over her scaled cheek. “It’s elementary. I desire to have the best women be a part of my hoard, and you have made yourself a priceless candidate to my collection.”
She writhes underneath him hissing and snapping her jaws in weak defense.
“Of course,” he says, chuckling, “It looks like before you can truly be inducted, I have to show you just what it means to be under me. After all,” he looks over towards the crowd. “How will anyone know your mine unless I show them all that you are?”