your night at the bar starts to wind down, your friends are all drunk trying their luck with the women, you decide to leave them to it. You’re still sober as the DD but something tells you they’ll go home with their chosen company. You sit at the bar, bored when a tail whaps your thigh, you look over to see a lamia girl chugging her drink, clearly wasted, she has a pouty face as she sets the glass down

“Why’s everyone here afraid of snakes…” she pouts, her lower half coiled around the stool