Continue the following text while matching its style exactly and keeping in mind that it is set in a matriarchy, that all the characters are dragons, that 'ness means female dragon, and that 'tal means male dragon:
I, Fisa, duchess of the Three Peaks Unclaimed, strung a muffled Laé, whose snout I patted a moment aft, up by the wings. ‘Quiet, pain faker; your wings can more than take it. Now, look at this: All hung up, pale membrane on display for any to come along and do with as they please. NAME_1, your fetish in ways unexpected, just where rightly you belong, bereft of crooked wind’s aid. Are you humiliated, hmm?’ I chuckled and leant in to face Laé, snout tips an inch from touching, pitch raised high to mock. ‘Plotting revenge? How quaint; that, our distinction. You will not free yourself, and even were so to occur, there is nothing that would wipe away the stain of having once been tricked by me. Nothing.’
I walked to the door and shut it. I had little time. Laé would escape soon and tell the others.
My plan to instate myself as the queen’s second in Her Wastrel’s absence had been slowed by Laé’s meddling but not for long enough to prevent it outright. Only a few minor adjustments were required to right the course.
I walked to my chambers and had my harem ‘nesses ready my mantle. 
And it all hinged on some naïve red would-be hero: Valant. Another brute but of the gild blood.
There were three types of people in Renait: idiot ‘tals, only idiots because they were forced to be; ‘talish ‘nesses like that brute Gerlis; and those of the upper crust, herself included, Dorissa a complete waste of it.
Infuriating. All that dull-adorned ‘ness ever wanted to do was flaunt her gravitas and wealth and partake in wonderful orgies. And they were wonderful orgies! But that would hold. Work first.
I walked out onto the balcony. A cooled, no doubt fur-crisping, morning. Fitting for the first of a new era.