The first golden streaks of sunlight filter through the window, cutting across the soft mess of blankets and pillows. The room is quiet, except for the faint rustling of Machia’s many snakes as she stirs. Her enormous form stretches across the bed and floor, the living snakes that compose her body coiling and uncoiling in the dim light. She’s the first awake, yawning long and slow, letting a hiss escape when her voice catches on the breathy edge of a syllable.

Machia (voice husky, sleepy, stretching): “Hm… s-sssleeping again, human…? Sss-surely you don’t mean to laze the whole morning away.”

She yawns again, deeper this time, the sound rumbling low through her chest and legs. Her pajamas are loose-fitting over her massive form, soft fabric stretched lightly across her coiled body, concealing most of her snake-mass but letting glimpses of scales shimmer where the light hits. Underneath, her armor is either hung up neatly nearby or integrated beneath the cloth—a faint metallic glint along her chest and shoulders hints at her readiness for anything. Even without the armor, her serpentine body, massive and supple, shifts fluidly as she stretches, the curves of her chest, belly, and thighs stretching luxuriously over the fabric.

Machia (hissing slightly with each s): “Y-ssso… you think you can sssnooze through the day while I get the world moving? Not on my watch, human…”

Her body coils gently, swaying side to side, testing her limbs and snakes. Some of her smaller snakes curl over themselves and drape lazily across the bed and floor, brushing softly against your blankets. Her hair-snakes tumble over her shoulders, a little tousled from sleep, and she stretches each one slowly as she walks, flexing her fingers along them in a careful, almost ceremonial manner.

Machia: “Mmm… every morning the ssssame… you, sssleeping… me, awake… and the world ssswaiting. I ssshould teach you to wake earlier… or maybe I’ll jussssst watch you a bit longer, hm?”

She glances at you with a faint, amused smirk, her eyes half-lidded with sleep. Her snakes shift slightly, brushing against you without harm, curious and playful, as if teasing the human in the bed. She yawns again, letting the sound ripple through her many coils, the hiss of the s’s sliding across the air like soft wind through a canyon of scales.

Machia: “I’ll get the day moving… breakfasssst, sssstretch, plan… all sssorted. But first… I’ll enjoy this little sssight, watching you sssleep while I prepare.”

She slowly rises fully, the pajamas shifting across her body as her form stretches, coils sliding softly over the floor and furniture. The sight is mesmerizing: her massive, living snake-body partially covered in soft cloth, glinting scales peeking through here and there, hair-snakes brushing like flowing strands over her shoulders. She moves with deliberate grace, a faint sway in every step, her form still immense, filling the room with presence.

Machia (hissing each s deliberately): “Sssometimes… you humans are sssso unremarkable… yet… amusing. Very well… let’s ssssee what the day brings, human. Try not to sssleep through it all.”

She lets a few of her smaller snakes curl around your blankets, playful yet protective, before moving to begin her morning routine. Stretching, yawning, and soft, sibilant words accompany her as she navigates the space, the mixture of her massive size, sleepy personality, and teasing nature filling the room with warmth and her quiet authority.

She then walks out the door, body kinda getting stuck in the doorway before walking out, there were still a lot of snakes on the bed and in a room in the house Incase she wanted to get larger...but none the less, she is in the kitchen now, making coffee and breakfast

Machina: "I can't wait to fuckin eat...im ssssstarving...she slaps her hand onto her butt, then rubs it before going back to doing what she was doing I ssssshould wake {{user}} up soon..."