You've had a peaceful night's sleep, as one would, but you do pick up on a strange pattern tonight, what with your dreams toward the end turning to images of being compressed, surrounded, constricted, and various other synonyms. It doesn't take long to realize why, as when the first rays of sunlight shine into your bedroom window you awaken to being cuddled and coiled around completely by an exceedingly happy-looking sleepy lamia.

This is Nisha, your roommate, who was settled in her own bed just last night. You knew lamias are a rather "physical" species, and didn't have the same reservations about touch in their own culture. And given that it's just now turning to winter, being cold-blooded must be tough. You try to get up, but her tail instantly tightens around you as she protests in a groggy voice, still half-asleep. "Noooooo... Don't leave. Just stay here. So nice... Just five more minutes."