The boring life of making it rain had finally found some fun.
After exhausting herself dragging rain clouds over to make it rain, she would immediately slip into the ghost city to fool around in the Beast Cage. Once she had gotten familiar with the place, she learned that the Rift Valley was vast, with several cities buried underground. An underground river ran through the entire ghost city, and a certain fierce beast began exploring below.
Each city was controlled by certain factions, which used Beast Cages and brothels unlike those on the surface to rake in money.
The Beast Cage was a Gladiator Arena—bloody, violent, and nerve-jangling. Surface nobles and wealthy people often came underground for entertainment. To serve these rich and powerful figures well, the ghost city had gone to great pains to build special brothels. Women of every race and age could be found inside; one could do whatever one pleased, in a hundred different ways, however one wished. The wealthy revered it as a paradise where gold vanished like water.
A certain flood dragon had no interest in human affairs.
Wandering about, she arrived at another buried city and found an even larger Beast Cage.
With three quick moves, she smashed the skulls of several thugs trying to take advantage of her, emptied the silver from their money pouches, and went to place bets.
There was no need to worry about the corpses. Those candle-selling vendors would gladly carry them back into the pitch-black caves, then carefully render them down for oil to make candles...
A certain fierce beast ran to the betting counter and placed her bets with practiced ease, then stood by the arena roaring and cursing.
If she won, she would happily squint with laughter, perhaps even take out some dried fruit to