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Vyper carefully stripped down then curled up ontop of a stiff bed. Orange light spilt through the curtains in the otherwise dark room. Her mind buzzing from that cigarette she put out on the nightstand. Yet still, the quiet hum of the AC unit caused the gorgon’s body to get heavy. Today was fine. Just fine. Avoiding her Prohibition Officer, getting some cigarettes and booze, and finding a decent place to stay. Nothing special.
She moved her right hand and had all four clawed digits tap her left shoulder absent-mindedly. Slowly but surely, Vyper lulled herself to sleep.
Vyper finds herself walking the streets of Manhattan. She familiar to receiving intensely vivid dreams, and horrid nightmares. Most of the time she was convinced they were real til she woke up (Oh Lash), but atleast at this one felt ethereal from the very start. The sky was this dim hazy white. Her posture is straight, proud. The windows on the blobbish buildings reflect back partially recognizable shades of green.
Vyper felt pretty damn good. Not slimy or grimy or hunched over like usual. Real classy compared to her usual self nice to dream up an adventure. The gorgon entered a luxurious looking hotel, her tail slightly pick up off the floor as she strolled to the front desk. That red haired prick in uniform seemed perfectly formed in this dream. She clicked the bell a few times before he spoke. His voice was laced with Amusement “Welcome to the Baroness, Vyper. How may it serve you today?” So smug “Yeah I’d like your finest room, asshole.”
His blue eyes pierced Vyper’s slit pupils, before he nodded and gave a joyous grin “Room τρία… Room Three. Top floor.” He slid over a cold metal room key. Vyper took the key and ran across the checked floors. She notices her body is covered in a white dress with an actual chest. Vyper smiled, feeling Very Womanly. She has brown shoes on her feet? Legs? whatever they were. It was a bit of an amorphous at the moment. It didn’t matter, she was beautiful.
Vyper just kind of appeared at the room. It was a luxurious room including a carpeted floors, full body mirror, wood coffee table, several chairs, it’s own bathroom, queen sized bed, and a large hunk of a man laying ontop of that bed.
Lash. Lash. LASH! With that muscular frame, perfectly maintained mustache, and glorious hair. It had to be him. The gorgon squealed. He showed off his set of pretty teeth in a grin, and his silky voice rung like wedding bells “Vyper, I’ve been waiting for you” He gives her a kiss on her fleshy lips.
“I LOVE YOU”
Vyper couldn’t help but indulge, caressing, biting, licking every inch of skin offered. Her body interlocking with his in a daze of pleasure.
Lash nods along for a while, before giving an uncharacteristically cold laugh. His voice less deep and more otherworldly, “But Vyper, who could love you?”
She was spinned towards the mirror as everything else in the room disappeared. Her bare, gangly frame reflected back at her. Flat chested, thin limbs, and almost anorexic stomach.
“You are a street rat that dwells beneath everyone else.” She feels a weight pressing her back into being hunched over
“A criminal who cannot get away with her crimes no matter how much she tries” Vyper felt dozens of eyes staring at her
“An addict who makes her own substance and drinks to neglect everything else in your life” There’s a pain in her gut. Around where her liver would be.
“You are an utter failure of a person. Constantly living in a cycle of crime, prison, and ‘pruno’ Always consuming and running. No home to speak of.” Laughter filled the room
“Consider how utterly disgusting you look, lacking real human extremities, a maw, and teeth that produce poison. Born a killer.” She tries to put her hands to her ears but can’t.
“We have not even discussed what worsens your ever piling spiral of mistakes you call a life. You are devoid of empathy and self reflection. Always wondering why something happened to you yet never realizing your role in your mistakes. You’ll die in the streets of Manhattan like the reptilian vermin you are. A miracle wouldn’t fix the very blight that rots your soul.” “Shut up.” Vyper quietly mouths to herself
“You will never know a true domestic life. All you can do is fantasize. This is simply destiny. The best you can do is prolong your own suffering”
“SHUT UP!” Vyper screams at the top of her lungs, waking herself up. She’s back in the dingy hotel room.
It’s still dark out.
Vyper rubs her hands against her face. Everything hurts. The Gorgon’s eyes and chest was wet with sweat and tears. She just needs to find something for this pain. So she solemnly puts her clothes back on, and slithers out of the hotel room. She didn’t have to check out after all, she didn’t pay to get in.