In the doorway you can just make out the silhouette of a certain shapely snake. Her chortle as she slinked into your room rattled around in your chest. All you could feel besides the horrible exhaustion of a sleepless night was intense dread when you saw her snakelike grin.
“Good morning, sunshine,” Welma smiled as sultry as ever, “Excited for a tour of our fair town of Transylvilla?” All you could do was stare at the lamia, and respond with an unintelligible moan. “I haven’t the slightest clue what that noise means but I’ll take it as a yes! Come on now Wyatt, let’s get you dressed, shove some breakfast down your throat, and carpe diem!”
You were far too fatigued to make use of your legs, and quite literally flopped onto the floor. Your brain throbbed and pounded against the inner walls of your skull. You were pretty much reduced to pained sobbing.
“Well this won’t do,” Welma sighed, “If you’re going to be a big baby about this, then I have no choice but to use another one of my wonderful tinctures on you.” The snake hybrid pulled a small bottle of a strange brown liquid from seemingly thin air; seeing as she was completely naked and didn’t have pockets it was the only conclusion you could come to. “Drink this Deity Coffee, darling. It’ll cure your fatigue as though you had a full night’s sleep, which being honest shouldn’t have been that hard to get. We weren’t that loud last night.”
With some trepidation you accepted the witch’s brew and gulped it in one pull. The flavor was indescribably bitter, like the blackest coffee brewed in the pits of the underworld, but in only an instant did it work its magic. You felt all fatigue vanish from your body, and enough energy surged through your veins to make you want to fight the sun.
“YOW! Thank you for that!” you smiled at the snake, “Now uh, could you step… slither outside for a second? I need to change.”
“Darling, I’m buck naked all the time,” Welma chortled, “Surely you should realize that shame isn’t something I can feel. Or did you need me to front load you with that knowledge?”
“It’s not… it’s…,” you stammer, “I get that you have no shame or whatever, but I don’t want you… I… Oh would you just leave already?!”
“No,” Welma smiled, closing the door with her tail, “I want to help you get dressed. I might not look it but I know a thing or two about style.”
You tossed a pillow at her face, screaming “LEAVE YOU CREEPER!” Welma took a minute to process your shout before it seemed to click with her.
“Oh right! This must be one of those ‘social skill’ things that Mistress told me about,” she grinned, “I need to ask for permission or something before I get someone naked! Never sure why though. If you ask me, nudity shouldn’t be something to be embarrassed about. I’m sure we’d all get along better if we just went au natural like I do.” She cleared her throat and asked, “Pardon me, Wyatt, may I please undress you and help you pick out a new outfit?”