That Hits the Spot
1st of Winter, 513 A.V.
1st of Winter, 513 A.V.
Rayls in her red hued Dhani form was curled around a large sandstone column, filing her nails to blunt ends with a long piece of metal, she had two clients at the moment, both lounging in Dhani form in adjacent pools, mud masks drying upon their faces as their scaly skin drank in the warmth of the waters, steam running along the smooth floor. Periodically the large female constrictor would slither over, her powerful hands giving shoulder and back massages to the two compliant serpents, then leave them to soak up the waters. Today was a slow day but business had been good this season and though the idea didn't sit well with her, the constrictor was faced with the idea of having to hire help. As a proud female int he nest, however, Rayls was not looking forward to asking anyone, or giving another constrictor power in a business which she had given the reputation and station for which it so deserved.
So now she coiled thoughtfully, the rasping sound of the large file against her claws the only sound save for the bubbling rippling pools of water, tongue lazily lapping out at the open air when she realized someone was approaching...
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