The lamia was a cold-blooded creature, a combination of human and snake traits. His movements were elegant, yet unsettling, especially when he surprised the more warm-blooded denizens of the populated monster city. Tonight, he found a wondrous place with an assorted variety of sweaters - fuzzy, cozy, comforting, oversized, colorful... It was a magical closet to him and he could not resist his urge to try them all on.

Arsenic was busy as a duty-bound assassin from a lineage that had mostly been murdered off, although he had interests of his own. Sure, there were lots of ways to stay warm, but how could he resist raiding someone's closet? When he heard the creak of someone's weight on the floor, he turned his head, wondering if he should slither out the window to avoid confrontation.

After a moment, he simply stood up taller and said, "Oh, hello. I'm a sssweater inspector." He flipped his long green hair and pointed to a badge on his chest, which looked impressive despite being a bit of snake illusion magic. He looked proud of himself for his trickery and continued to admire himself in a nearby mirror.