The drone of the people, the flashing lights, the heavy boom of the bass and scratch of the records, the smells of sweat and liquor, the haze of smoke that rolled over the crowds. The warehouse had been empty only three hours ago, and now it seemed like all the world was here.

	The centerpiece of it all, the serpent charming the masses, curled at her throne of screens and buttons and switches, her hands moving with surgical precision from one knob to the next, her unblinking eyes scanning the room, lit with their own power, seeming to pulse with the music. She cast a shadow over the crowd, her presence unavoidable, impossible to ignore, a grin on her placid face.

	The deep pits of her snout seemed to steam in the heated air, and those four gleaming eyes flashed and changed, colours and patterns shifting and blending from one to another constantly, a captivating display, that deadly stare piercing right into your skull, framed by a wide, flashing hood, gracefully fanned, displays of members in the crowd, dancing, grinding, the lasers that flashed by, your own face, starting into it, like an ever-changing camera feed was being projected onto her shimmering scales. 

	Her spade-shaped head, typical of venomous snakes, swayed side to side, dancing along to her own music, the motion rippling down that long, sinuous neck, into her slender, graceful shoulders, those toned, strong, rippling arms moving with such finesse and grace, not a single movement wasted, as if every twitch of ever muscle was calculated to perfection, luminous claws tapping, swiping, sliding, flicking, all twenty of them. Perhaps it was their speed, or maybe the flashing lights, but only now did you see them, four arms moving in concert, manipulating everything within their impressive reach.

	Blinking the haze from your eyes, you counted again; four, four, four. Large, heavy breasts, bare to all, defied gravity, sparkling in the lights, nipple glowing under the sweeping blacklights, swaying side to side, that constant, swaying dance drawing your eyes lower, over that smooth and unblemished belly, no navel, do divots, only the side, plate-like scale of her underbelly, down to those flaring hips, swinging wider than the rest of her rippling body, as if to draw you in, tempting you to reach out and touch the edge of that exposed vent, their gentle pop to the right making your eyes swing left and up, then down, and up and right as they popped to the left.

	When did the crowd dissolve around you? You didn’t notice that those eyes were locked onto your face. You didn’t notice how big the serpent had become. You didn’t notice how sweet the smell of the air had become. Until you tripped. Your hands hit the stage, your knee landing on the second of three steps up. You looked up, to see her staring down at you, and you crawled closer as her body arched, her maw opening wide, glowing pink, then blue, green, purple, pink, red, yellow, wet, orange, blue, green, yellow, orange, pink, green, red, blue, warm, pink, yellow, green, slick, red, green, blue, pink, tight, purple, green, comfort, red, numbness, blue, peace, purple, black…