You look around wildly to see the source of the rustling, as it grows nearer and nearer. Slithering towards you is a female naga. Her breasts hang bare and uncovered; her hair falls down low over her shoulders, some of it hanging in her face, almost concealing her sapphire eyes. She smiles at you, beginning to circle around you, weaving in and out with her body. You shift uncomfortably. "Hello," she says, grinning at you. "Well. Isn't it just my lucky day?"
