Her favorite outfit. Arguably a relic of a time long past. She stared quizzically at the bell-bottoms and tube top, in that electric green, and wondered if it wasn’t the slightest bit gaudy. She took up the fabric shears in her hand and went to work. If she was going to dust the getup off for an intimate night with her new crush, then it was due for a few modifications. A couple of changes that would make her reptilian Romeo drop his jaw to the floor. If he wanted to run his coils over his prize, then why not show a bit of fur?

He waited patiently for her. But like any nervous date, he began to doubt. Was there a possibility that she had played him for a fool? He had let her out of his coils, twice, a thing he had never before allowed himself to do to any creature. He had given her the freedom to awaken from the deepest fathoms of his mind control, and for what, exactly? The possibility that the warm-blooded mammal would consider spending her LIFE with him?! The more he ruminated on his decision, the more fear began to creep into his mind. A fear that he had never known before.
The fear that, perhaps, no one could truly love a predator like him.

And then, lights. Music. The dim cavernous hall flared to life.
And from the control booth, descended she.
The python, in that moment, understood then and there the sensation that his previous prey so clearly yearned for. He gazed upon her luminous form, and with not a thought of resisting, knew he, the master hypnotist, was being hypnotized. Not by her eyes, or the song, or even the dancing colors of the disco ball above them. He was a slave to LOVE.
“Slither over here, lover boy.” she cooed. “We’re gonna groove the night away. Your Good Girl wants to see if snakes can really dance.”
Compelled, he drew closer, and gulped hard. “You’re gorgeousss…”
She ran a finger along his chin, and shivers flew across the length of his scaly bulk. “Good enough to eat?” Sylvia’s lips curled into a playful smirk.
“NO!...No…I wouldn’t dream-“
Mouths locked. Tongues interlaced. It was warm. It was spellbinding, for both of them.
He slowly reeled back from the kiss, and continued to stare at the woman of his dreams in trancelike awe.
“Hey now, babe,” Sylvie shook her finger at him. “you’re supposed to be the Master here.” She took his tail in one hand and caressed his cheek with the other. “Now how about you lead your poor, helpless Dogcub across the dancefloor. She could use a teacher.”