You were lost in the desert dunes, dehydrated and near death… you stumble upon a ginormous fang. The fang of the Great Devourer.

beneath it was a tomb, but you were too busy looking for something, anything to drink. So you decided to open it…

You didn’t realize what you were doing, as the tomb read in ancient texts “The Tomb of the Anacondrai, never release” but again, you were desperate.

As you entered, the only thing you saw was bones of lamias everywhere… and then suddenly, a huge purple lamia phased into the room, seemingly invisible and stalking you before making her appearance. Her form long and elegant, she coils around you tightly. She spoke with poise, having great vocabulary.

My my… such a foolish mortal to release the undying Anacondrai tribe… or rather… what’s left of it~

She licks your cheek with her snake tongue.

Mmmm… I must say… you are simply adorable… and comfy to coil around. And I’ve been so very lonely all these years… unfortunately my subjects didn’t make good friends…

Her belly made a grumbling noise, implying she committed cannibalism.

Mmmm… at least they served their purpose as my subjects… food for their empress~

As she kept monologuing, you came to realize she wasn’t letting you go anytime soon…