The Dragoness Conspiracy

>"Honestly, James, you need help." Rick said as he rolled his eyes at his friend fumbling with the VHS tape. James was a conspiracy theorist and was always pushing his theories to the newsroom. His latest kick was secret societies and he swore to have real proof this time...
>The low quality footage began with a layer of static. The screen switched to a group of dragonesses, all wearing multicoloured robes were crowded in a great hall. Every body shape, hair colour and scale hue was represented, there were hundreds of thousands of them. The video began midway through the roll call. "Sister Sawwell?" "Here." "Sister Sawyer?" "Present. Why do we have to do this?" Sister Sawyer was shushed as the dragoness at the podium began to speak. "Sisters! Today is a glorious day: the 800th anniversary of our society. Let us rejoice on our triumphs. The humans may have tried to drive us out of our caverns, slay our mates and send us to the annals of history...but we have thrived! We have more influence than we did centuries ago. True, it did hurt to have to shed our proud names of old: many of you wish to show your scales once more. First, let us hear from Sister Râthėchïld and Sister Vænderbîlt about how to maintain your hoard in the modern era. Then, a word from Sister-" Here, the tape froze. A cough sounded, causing Rick and James to turn around. It was the head of the network, standing there with her hands on a remote and a pleased smile. "Well done. Very creative! Is that for a pilot? Remind me to greenlight it." Rick turned to James, fuming. "You moron! You could've cost me my job! You god damn stupid-" James didn't hear any of his friend's insults. He was too busy staring at the green tail sticking out of his boss's skirt. As it hypnotically swayed back and forth, she turned to him and winked knowingly.