It was an honour.

Not like a regular whore who was shamed and looked down upon. Few women and fewer men could handle the life of servicing dragons. But dragon riders were those with wealth, knights and lords. Their mounts needed regular relief or they would grow aggressive. So every lowly village kept a dragon whore. Before they had the wealth to build an inn, they would have a dragon whore to earn that wealth. The lords and knights would pay the fees, nothing to them but enough to feed families through winter to the village.

So the prettiest woman would be chosen, never to marry or be touched by a man for the scent repelled dragons. Bright cloth to attract the beast's eye would be stitched into an outfit. A rough dragon shape so they knew which end was which. In the beginning, the women needed to be bound up to stay in place. Fighting only angered the beasts and lords. So they had to be strapped down, their cries muffled as they adjusted to their new lives.

It was an honour.