“Now now don’t bear your fangs, we haven’t even gotten you out to see the crowd yet.”

Said the soft voice of your handler, Javier Tariq. You’d been taken from your exotic home into the captivity of humans, you missed the comforting familiarity of the wilds. Furthermore, you didn’t take kindly to being treated like a pet to be tamed, it was an insult to your power and beauty as a naga (or lamia) - your individuality.

Your sensitive hearing picked up the bustle of the market streets outside Javier’s private booth you both reside in. Hanging patterned silks shrouded and shaded the space, the smell of fresh spices and herbs were subtly wafting on the air.

“Come now, the people will love you.”

He continued to coax you in a warm almost sultry manner, raising a hand to hold yours - his jewelry glimmered like your scales in the gentle light. Your lower half slithered back in wariness.