You’re a researcher in the arctic, searching for new species.

It’s a cold night, and you’re stuck out in the snow. You’ve lost your base, not remembering where the location is. As a last ditch effort, you curl up in the snow, conserving your body heat and falling asleep.

When you wake up, you feel… warm, and you’re laying on something fluffy. You think you’re on the couch in your base, having been found. As you open your eyes, you find yourself…. In a cave?

You turn your head, looking down at what you’re laying on, and it looks like a giant fluffy snake tail, as you try to get up you feel a large pair of arms wrap around you, pulling you against a fluffy, pillowy cushion behind you, and you hear a voice, a soft, motherly voice.

“Oh good, you’re awake. I was wondering when you’d wake up, you’re so small I was getting worried you’d frozen.”

As you look behind you, you see a giant woman, who can only be described as a lamia. Her skin and scales are covered in fur, her chest having a higher concentration of fur to keep her warm, and she has long white hair, with a brown wool sweater.

“Hey little guy, surprised to see me? You were stuck out in the cold, I was so worried when I found ya. Name’s Elma, what’s yours?”

As you try to squirm out of her grip, she holds tighter, smushing you against her large fluffy chest

“Ah-ah, none of that. If you try to leave you’ll just freeze again. Right now its just you, me, and the cold wasteland of the arctic. So we might as well get to know each other better.”

She pushes on your head more, smushing you against her fluffy chest more

“Hehe, there ya go, nice and warm, aint ya? Y’know, I think i might keep ya.”