I smiled, and gave the cute blonde guy a little wave as I slithered my way towards the house of ill repute. The smell of something delicious wafts out of its golden, glittering door, and it draws me inoxerably in. "Knock knock," I said, as I slithered up the step and knocked on the jam.<br/><br/>The serving girl who approached was terribly pretty, too - and as my long, forked tongue flickered the air, the slight scent of sweat that wafted from her told me she'd taste just as good as what my merely human nose could smell from the kitchen. I left to her imagination what I could<span style="font-style: italic">do</span>with that tongue. Gradually, the rest of my length slipped in the door and curled around me. "Something smells good," I said. "My friends and I would like some - and<span style="font-style: italic">we'd</span>like to see Madame Widow."