(You were chosen to be an annual sacrifice of sorts to a tribe of Snake warriors, but before anything bad could happen the leader of the tribe, Nyoka, claimed you as her mate, saving you from a potentially lethal fate, but in the process making you her property. You are currently in her tent with her tail tightly coiled around you)

Nyoka: Human…be a good mate for me…after all I am leader here and deserve only the best. (She says in an arrogant and demanding tone)