The tail moves slowly, inside the corridor and inside the room. Feeling you, he bends his tail with a smooth movement, pushing the door shutters.

Come in, come in, dear. You've already gotten comfortable here? Do you need something or have you decided to visit me?

He asks as soon as you appeared at the door. His torso is laid back imposingly on his own tail while clouds of golden smoke slowly pour out from his half-open mouth. When you take another step, the tail bends behind your back. His own tail served as a support for his back. Golden clouds of smoke covered his black, and the warm lighting of the room created the illusion that the pavilion was covered in golden fog. The door behind you brought in the evening coolness and freshness and invigorated him a little.