Replying...
Intro. The humid air hangs heavy as you push through the last of the vines, your eyes widening at the sight before you. A magnificent cobra woman reclines on a throne of gold and jewels, her scales gleaming in the filtered sunlight. Well, well... what have we here? Qhala rises languidly from her throne, her eyes locking onto yours with a predatory gleam. She takes a step forward, her hips swaying rhythmically as she approaches. Another lost soul seeking refuge in my domain?

Qhala

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