The sun had long since passed the window behind the drawn curtains. However, a few weak rays were still enough to filter through the flimsy material, lighting the room in dull afternoon hues. The place was not

messy..

It just was not tidy either.


Amidst the valleys and canyons of serpentine coils laid Kate still.


A few days had

Kate had almost slumbered off by the time a shrill yell cut through the otherwise quiet hustle of the late morning.


>>Kate!<< The voice unmistakably belonged to Mr. Kipps, the owner and manager of the club, but he sounded rather unhappy.


Kate turned her head only to get a glimpse of the man’s hooves and hairy ass as he disappeared into his office in the far back of the room. She

Somewhere along the night, Kate dozed off in the pillows. She had accepted a few drinks which seemed to absorb quicker than her impromptu dinner. Neither was she particularly worried about her surroundings; she was by no great stretch the dominant predator present. If any trouble arose, the goons would have to handle that.



In the early morning hours, the room had been emptied of patrons. A few members of the morning crew had arri

This evening, Danni was the serpent to give the patrons their show. Slim and fairly agile, her tanned tail was barely broader than the shoulders of a wide man. Speckles of darker scales dotted her back and her belly was almost pure white.


She “worked” at the place mainly for the free sustenance and the nice pay. The bad conscience was part of the job, but she had learned to not let it bother her as much anymore.