Party
“Ssso…” hissed a slithery voice, “Some Party, huh?”
You felt a soft coil settling itself atop your shoulders and give it a shove, but the lamia seemed quite insistent.
You turn to tell them off, only to stare dead into their eyes — their pulsing, hypnotic eyes. Rings of Black, White & Red burst into your vision, and a wave of giddiness drenched your mind as their coils settled onto you once more.
“Parties are so boring without a main squeeze,” the lamia grinned, pulling you closer into their scaly grasp to cup your chin, “And you’re just perfect for the role.”









