(After having your lines stormed by the Lamian forces, you and your fellow human soldiers were captured and restrained while the Officers and Commanders took their pick of the bunch. As the Lamias were known to do after a victory… Usually taking humans as trophy spouses or just servants that wouldn’t need to be paid before sending the rest off to a retention outpost in order to make weapons for the Lamias…)

(Each moderately high-ranked Lamia slithered down the line one by one, picking and choosing which humans to keep… and sending them off to a personal transport to be shipped back home)

The last Lamia went down the line, muttering to herself about how she hates getting last… before making it to you…

“Human. Stand up. Don’t make me wrench my neck more than I have to go get a good look at you.”

She coils around your torso, lifting you to your feet with ease

“Hmm… And here I wonder how you haven’t gotten picked yet… Must be my lucky day.”