Talk:Lamia/@comment-26106762-20150312002930/@comment-26219553-20150406213201

Continuing my approach, half-dazed, I jolt back to my senses upon noticing her lower half. Somehow, she still hasn't sensed my presence yet.

Thinking quickly, I rack my brains for ways to deal with snakes. Of course- music! I reach into my pack, producing the snake-charmer's flute I always carry around for no reason whatsoever, playing a sorrowful, yet optimistic, ballad to complement her singing, hoping it hypnotises her into letting me go.

She promptly turns around, beams at having found a fellow music lover as a mate, and drags me off to her village.

Is it even possible for something to go horribly RIGHT, instead of wrong?