<span style="font-weight: bold">Lem</span><br/><br/>“I think you should definitely let Lam look at your tushie, kitty,” the naga agrees body shivering and coiling, tail-tip trembling. “You haven’t got anything to be afraid of except being found out as the mystery pooper and Lam’s possessed-drow body slurping you down butt-first,” Lem blushes. “Oops,” she says, “I don’t think I was meant to say that… Just forget about it, okay?”  She claps her hand across her naga-lips, smacking her forked tongue against her nose. “Owie…” She protests, “being a naga’s not as much fun as I thought. No-one ever wants to snuggle…” She wriggles, hissing...