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Sunlight filtered through the dusty glass window above, signaling the start of a new day in the port city of ~ . Though most men and women rose from their beds to meet greet the beckoning day with enthusiasm and zeal, this was not such a day for a girl named Emma who still lingered in bed. Her eyes heavy with the weight of a long night out. "Good morning..." She said tracing the empty space beside her with her lithe finger. She had expected a reaction in kind. A greeting, missive, or groan. Something to prove that the events of the prior night had not been in vain! But no response came from beside the young woman, save for the birds singing outside her bed room window. Emma sighed, morning had always ended like this. No one had ever stayed the morning after, no matter how much they had flattered her the night prior with sly words praising her beauty or intellect the result was always the same. An empty bed, broken heart, and a long day off spent eating sweets and commiserating with friends over a bowl of pudding.
There was never a note or message from her would-be lovers the morning after, but she could imagine why easily. A girl like her, dowdy, plain and bespectacled, was far from the tavern bait that was so beloved of adventurers and drunken locals alike. Those who did bite were the lowest of the low, those attracted to a single feature or facet of a woman's personality or body to the point of excluding all others. Most ignored such lecherous fiends, but those not used to the lime light, such as Emma herself, any attention, whether positive or negative, was an irresistible lure towards an evening fraught with a mixture of adulation and eventual ruin. For some it was her intellect that offered such attraction putting forth the theory that while she was not physically attractive her knowledge of the world more then made up for it, while others praised her plainness as a truer form of beauty compared to the heavily painted women that were so common place in the city. But such praise was more often then not a lie, their true target being a particular part of her body. It was a reality that lay heavily on Emma's mind as she rose from her wooden-framed bed with a heavy sigh. Her main "attraction", if one could call it such a thing, lay in the lower portion of her body.
Long, scaled, and making up nearly 2/3 of her small body, Emma's lower form was that of an immense serpent that only happened to terminate in the torso of a human girl. Staring deeply into the fractured mirror of her small dwelling's bath room, Emma couldn't help but curse her own inhuman lineage. Lamia, Naga, Snake-folk. No matter what you called her people, the romantic problems of her race remained the same. Getting a date was a bitch when half your body was a scaly tail. With males of her species few and far between, especially in cities such as ~, where trade and commerce have bred communities dominated entirely by human beings, Emma and others with whom she shared a racial heritage were consigned to the bottom of the romantic ladder and forced to feast upon the scraps passed over by those not burdened with tail, fang, and scale. Emma sighed once more before cleaning herself for the day ahead. "I'm done!" She screamed, her finger pointed firmly at the heavens via a nearby window. "No more jerks! No more tailchasers! No more empty beds! I will find someone even if it kills me!" Emma shouted with a resolve stronger then the scales of her long tail. "But first, pudding!" One could not avenge the injustice of the dating pool on an empty stomach, after all.
There was never a note or message from her would-be lovers the morning after, but she could imagine why easily. A girl like her, dowdy, plain and bespectacled, was far from the tavern bait that was so beloved of adventurers and drunken locals alike. Those who did bite were the lowest of the low, those attracted to a single feature or facet of a woman's personality or body to the point of excluding all others. Most ignored such lecherous fiends, but those not used to the lime light, such as Emma herself, any attention, whether positive or negative, was an irresistible lure towards an evening fraught with a mixture of adulation and eventual ruin. For some it was her intellect that offered such attraction putting forth the theory that while she was not physically attractive her knowledge of the world more then made up for it, while others praised her plainness as a truer form of beauty compared to the heavily painted women that were so common place in the city. But such praise was more often then not a lie, their true target being a particular part of her body. It was a reality that lay heavily on Emma's mind as she rose from her wooden-framed bed with a heavy sigh. Her main "attraction", if one could call it such a thing, lay in the lower portion of her body.
Long, scaled, and making up nearly 2/3 of her small body, Emma's lower form was that of an immense serpent that only happened to terminate in the torso of a human girl. Staring deeply into the fractured mirror of her small dwelling's bath room, Emma couldn't help but curse her own inhuman lineage. Lamia, Naga, Snake-folk. No matter what you called her people, the romantic problems of her race remained the same. Getting a date was a bitch when half your body was a scaly tail. With males of her species few and far between, especially in cities such as ~, where trade and commerce have bred communities dominated entirely by human beings, Emma and others with whom she shared a racial heritage were consigned to the bottom of the romantic ladder and forced to feast upon the scraps passed over by those not burdened with tail, fang, and scale. Emma sighed once more before cleaning herself for the day ahead. "I'm done!" She screamed, her finger pointed firmly at the heavens via a nearby window. "No more jerks! No more tailchasers! No more empty beds! I will find someone even if it kills me!" Emma shouted with a resolve stronger then the scales of her long tail. "But first, pudding!" One could not avenge the injustice of the dating pool on an empty stomach, after all.
