"Princess, it says here you assaulted four people at the town market," the dragon therapist said, frowning deeply.

Folding her arms and glaring at the floor, the princess seethed, "Customers are always right!"

"Even if the service was bad, that's no excuse for violence," the dragon said, tapping her claws rhythmically. "You report it to the manager, not..." She gestured vaguely with a claw.

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"Oh no!" The princess's head shot up, eyes wide. "The service was amazing! I assaulted the rude customers harassing MY waitress."

The dragon raised an eyebrow. "Oh... well, perhaps we can overlook it this time."