[Regifortis]

Tobias felt split in twain, and not because of the foreign object inside of him. The introduction to such lavish treasures made this seem like he was an adventurer having sneaked past a dragon to claim his valuables, rather than a sex slave of said dragon. His idea of his King kept changing, that must have been why he was acting nothing like he used to. He had to keep learning, it was the only way to keep up. Three treasures...at least three, how could he choose even one?! Because he had to...

Selfishness warred with self-preservation, all tinged with fear. Tobias could choose a thin and slender object that would hurt the least, but the Dragon King would get bored with that and punish him for holding out on his captor. A big and fat one would made a good impression, both figuratively and literally, but the damage done to his ass would be disastrous. He couldn't adjust to such shapes and riches so quickly...but as he thought this, the solution made itself clear to him. It was like he told his sons when they wanted to start sawing down giant trees: "Just work your way up to it."

A gorgeous, silver oil lamp embedded with red and blue gemstones of some names beyond Tobias sat on the third shelf from the floor. It was shorter, but it would stretch him out for bigger things in a subtle way. He never thought he would even hold something this valuable, let alone...do something like that with it. His King really didn't care, it seemed. Second, a jet black walking cane made from some mineral leaned in the corner. It was...he couldn't believe he was thinking about this: it was thicker than the candle holder by a bit and longer by a lot. Third, the very top of the shelf displayed a...string of balls? But they were clearly large balls, by the sight of them. The purpose of the trinket was lost on him, but Tobias was sure the Dragon King would like to see him use it. He picked the first two well enough, but...

"My King, I can't reach that string of balls up there."