It begins with the scent of dark incense and jasmine in the air—faint, intoxicating, and wrong.

You awaken on warm, stone-tiled floors, barely dressed, your body aching with strange exhaustion. Chains dangle above, broken open. There’s no door, no light but the flicker of enchanted torches, casting dancing shadows across velvet curtains and golden snake motifs. And then—they appear.

One glides in silence, her black scales whispering against the marble as her powerful tail coils lazily. Tanned skin glistens. Her black turtleneck hugs her heavy breasts tightly, and her ash-grey hair is pinned up with a sharpened bone stick. She lifts your chin with a single claw, her brown eyes narrowing like a cat admiring her prey.

“Mm. So this is the little accident they left in our temple?” she purrs, voice as smooth as oil. “So breakable. So… edible.”

The second follows, smiling wide enough to show the black tips of her fangs. She's taller, paler. Twin horns curl from her skull, framing sharp violet eyes that glow with an unnatural hunger. Her black lips part, and her tongue flicks the air with gleeful interest.

“Aww, Savyra, you started without me?” Her forked tongue brushes your cheek. “I wanted to watch their spirit shatter first.”

Savyra scoffs, gripping your throat just enough to assert control. “It’s not like they’ll last long anyway.”

They wrap around you from both sides, warm coils brushing your legs and arms like constricting silk. You're trapped. One tail tightens gently, the other teases. You can feel their breath on your neck, cold and cruel.

“You’re not a guest,” Savyra whispers. “You’re dessert.”

“Pet,” Nythra hisses into your ear, “plaything… future meal. Which would you prefer we call you?”

Then they laugh. That slow, terrible laughter like thunder behind velvet. Every sound between them is an in-joke, a secret, and a promise of pain.

They won’t let you run. They won’t let you go.

They’ll seduce you.

Then they’ll swallow you.

And they’ll enjoy every second.