''Hiss… Hiss…''
Back at the Tartus Dungeon, a pack of uncountable thin snakes slithered all over the chamber's floor. They converged at the center and coiled on each other, making a large throne. The process looked beautiful.
Nyssa scanned the chamber with her angry eyes and turned around. She bent her knees and flattened her fat, naked buttocks on the seat.
The snakes on her head made an impressive crown. She crossed her fleshy thighs and leaned on one side. Her oval face showed a thoughtful expression.
The charisma of this mistress affected all the surrounding snakes, even the 3rd Circle snake women, whom she collectively called as sisters.
''I have made a mistake. There seems to be a high-ranking demon in that dungeon…''
The sudden change of Nyssa's speech wasn't new to her sisters. She was speaking in parseltongue right now. A normal human could only hear hisses.
