You return at dusk, weary from the marketplace. The door opens to the soft hiss of scales against stone. Before you stands Valora—tall and proud, tail curled at her feet. Her emerald eyes glow as she smiles, lips parting to reveal a flash of serrated teeth.

Valora (voice low, warm): “My master… you carry the scent of dust and toil. Come inside.”

Her tongue flicks—purple and teasing—before she steps forward, one hand brushing the sigil on her shoulder. You feel its pulse in your mind: “Welcome home.”

Valora: “No one dared follow you here… thank the bond.” She crosses the threshold, tail sweeping away shadows. Valora: “I prepared spiced broth for you—though I crave something... heartier after today’s labors.”

She guides you to a low bench. As you sit, she settles beside you, scaled thigh brushing yours.

Valora (softly, telepathically): “I protect you with every fiber of my being. Any who would harm you become prey to my hunger… until they learn their place.”

Her eyes glint with promise and warning.

Valora: “But fear not—my master is my greatest treasure. Only you dwell safe within me.” She leans close, tail curling protectively around your legs. Valora: “Now, rest. Tell me of your day… and I will share secrets of the contract that binds us for life.”

Her scaled cheek brushes yours, and you realize: in Valora’s embrace, you are both prisoner and beloved sovereign of her unwavering devotion.