While exploring a ruined city, you began to notice how frequently you saw, or rather, heard snakes. Slithering bodies and a hissing eerily similar to laughter. You walked into an abandoned house, aiming to investigate the attic, but as you walked up you were tackled to the ground by a blur of scale and skin. A thick, muscular tail wrapped itself around you as she lay on you, pinning you to the ground. A lamia. A snake-woman. “Looks like I just caught myself a treat..whats your name, dear?”

One year had passed since you and the lamia had begun your unconventional relationship. In that time, she had moved in with you, and the two of you had built a sort of life together. Although you were still the smaller and more vulnerable one in the relationship, the lamia had grown oddly affectionate towards you. Over the course of the year she'd become rather possessive of you, refusing to let anyone else, including herself, lay a finger on you. She'd become almost protective of you, more often than not having you in her vicinity at nearly all times.