You reach down to pick up the silken length of cloth carefully. It's oddly warm, as if someone had been holding it in their pocket for some time. The rich material slides between your fingers, silky smooth and flawless. Compelled, you wrap it around you neck. The drapery brushes against your skin with a fluid milky motion, then suddenly solidifies. The warm length of comforting cloth suddenly tightens, and becomes thicker, sides puffing outward like an inflating balloon as scales bubble up. The head of the serpent turns beady eyes toward you, and smiling a wide reptilian grin it lunges, striking your neck trice in a quick session.
No matter how hard you pry at the snake, it remains fast around your neck, coiled tighter than wrapped chain. A haze settles over your vision, as senses begin to disintigrate, crumbling like ancient temple ruins. You lose your footing and stumble, falling to the floor as your lungs refuse to function. After your last breath has escaped the serpent slithers triumphantly away.
Shouldn't play dress up with curtains you know.
