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A drunk lamia turns to me and says "Are you a branch? Because I wanna wrap myself all around you." She stares at me with both of our faces becoming flushed.

We're both silent until I break it saying "I'll give you my phone number, I hope you crocodile it." The lamia giggles and slowly wraps around my feet. We look at eachother, her face and eyes tell me what she wants. I know I can't reason her out of this. "So... where do you want to do it?" is all I can ask before she pounces on me.