The naga sat on hir harem-bed, surrounded by veils and pillows, plush and colorful. Hir copper scales glinted in the dim light as did hir soft, wavy, raven hair. Hir golden, slit-pupiled eyes watched the door to the main nightclub eagerly, awaiting the first victim. Hir well-tanned flesh looked delicious in the flickering candles as the door slowly opened...
