The first thing you notice is the lack of any footsteps, and as the figure steps into the light, you realize why.
It's a Lamia. The bottom half of a snake, the upper half of a woman.
And a rather attractive one at that. Long, unruly green hair the same shade as her scales, porcelain white skin, and red eyes. A thin strip of torn cloth wraps around her chest to cover her breasts.
She slithers up to your side and looks down at you. You're unsure whether she's deciding what to do with you, or what spices to eat you with.
"Sssso, what are you doing in my home," she asks, her forked tongue slipping out ocassionally as she speaks.
Seeing no point in lying, you respond honestly. "Well.. um.. looking for treasures. Surely there must be some that haven't been looted yet."
She shakes her head, seemingly not caring about your hunt for riches. "You mussst never return. Thisss is my home."
"Okay, okay, I won't! Just let me go then," you say.
She holds up a hand and waves a finger at you. An interesting hand, you notice that she has six fingers instead of five. Her nail, long and painted green, is curled slightly like a claw.
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