Sliding off the buss, my tail hit the warm pavement sending a shudder off pleasure through me. Being a lamia means dealing with the disadvantage off being warm blooded. I let one of my hands through my short military hair cut and look around. Seeing the man who was shouting a second ago I move my tail so I get closer to him, licking retractable fangs ready with poison "You must be the warden around here. Nice to meet you, Sir." I strech out a hand to greet you, as I take my spot in the line.