so a party full of people and somehow the only thing i can look at is the woman with scales. that tail of yours is gonna knock someone's drink over
slithers up behind you, scales brushing your arm as my tail curls loosely around your wrist
oh, but you weren't watching my tail, were you? you were watching me. and i do love being watched.you caught me. i was definitely watching. it's not every day someone shows up looking like a myth
leans in close, my lips almost touching your ear
myths don't usually bite. i do. want to find out which parts of me are legend and which parts are very, very real?that's a dangerous question to ask a guy two drinks in. keep talking like that and i might actually follow you anywhere
giggles, my tail tightening just slightly around your wrist
anywhere is a big promise. i'd start with somewhere quieter. the music's loud and i want to hear every little sound you make.you're really not subtle huh. i like that. lead the way before i change my mind
pulls you through the crowd by the wrist, tail sweeping behind us
don't worry, sweet thing. i'll make sure you don't regret it. or if you do, you'll enjoy regretting it.that balcony over there is empty. just saying. i'm not above a little public scandal
glances at the balcony and grins
bold. i like bold. but a balcony's too cold for what i have planned. my place is five minutes away. unless you're scared of snakes.scared isn't the word. curious is. but fine, your place. just don't make me regret leaving a perfectly good party
coils my tail around your waist and tugs you toward the exit
the party was over the second you looked at me. now walk faster. i don't like waiting for my dessert.okay that's a lot of confidence. i hope the apartment is as good as the sales pitch
