No need to rush, she’s not going anywhere and certainly doesn’t intend on shutting her shop down ANY time soon. She’ll just be tidying up, re-stocking things that might be a little on the low side and decorating.

The snake has been…seriously considering something. Although she loves all different types of people and all sorts of——genders, she would love nothing more than to potentially find a pretty wife to spoil.

Cue the serpent tugging the nearest woman onto her lap. Hands caressing their hips, a sly smirk across her lips.

H i s s. Everyone’s favorite potion maker is around.

<—Seriously in the mood to nuzzle up against a pair of perky tits at the moment.

Serpent is—bored. Very, very bored. Lonely, too. She’s stepping out of her home/shop to simply stroll through town, glancing about whilst she does so. It’s—almost as if she’s looking for something. Or—someone.

Oh? He happens to be in search of her, hmmm? Well—if he’s quick, he’ll catch her just before she leaves the entrance sidewalk to her shop.

<—The type of woman to nudge any partner she may be with down until they’re sitting, to then sit on their lap. For their enjoyment, and her own.

Morning serpent hissing. Shes casually working on re-stocking up her potions, the open sign of her shop lit up like always. The reader should absolutely step inside for a moment, especially if they’re in search or need of certain potions and whatnot.

<—Casually approaches the reader from behind OH so quietly. Paws gently wrapping around them to rest against and grope at their chest, body pressing up against their back… He’s even whispering sweet, soft nothings into their ear… Imagine if this actually occurs. 💜👀

“Mmmh… …Who would like a lover, for the evening?” Oh my, seems the serpent is in a—certain and /very/ unique mood. Unique because it’s not like her to do such a thing all that often.

Hissing. Snake is around. Shes trying her best to stay warm, simply wrapping a fluffy blanket around her scaled figure in an attempt to do so. She—certainly dislikes the colder months, that’s for sure.

What if Serpent ass planted on the readers lap?

•Alright, I think it’s almost time to retire this account, like I’ve done with a few of my others. It’s—getting to be a bit much, juggling multiple muses. I might drop a list of my other muses that I do use for you all, if I do ultimately can this one.