My mind still spins from the hypnotic lights earlier, but I can feel Lila’s hold on my tense as she watches this stranger. The stranger, who introduces herself as Alya, held the casual ease of someone hanging out at home.

“I couldn’t help notice how adorable you two look,” she says, leaning forward on our table.

“We’re a couple,” Lila says before Alya even finishes. She lifts her hand and mine to show our stamps.

“Ooh, of course,” Alya says, her smile steady, “and I would never break the rules to risk banishment from my favorite spot. I just haven’t seen you around, which means you’re new since I’m here every night, so I wanted to welcome you to my favorite little spot.”

“Oh, um, alright,” Lila says. Her grip on me stays firm. “Sorry, I’m a little nervous being here.”

“I get it, a lot of people are their first time.” She reaches forward. Lila curls closer around me and squeaks when Alya strokes not me but her tail. “You have such a cool tail pattern, though, mine is kind of bland. Ooh, your scales immaculate, too!”

“Oh, thank you!” Lila blushes. “I do like to keep them in sublime condition.”

I start to space out as they chat, Lila’s tail curled behind and around me and squeezing in a rhythm my thoughts follow. My arms drape around her scaly body as I rest against her like a big pillow.

I snap awake from my reverie when Alya leans over the table to Lila, hands propping her head up. With the short length of her miniskirt her scaly butt is probably visible from behind, though not at the angle I sit.

“So, I know you don’t want to share your partner, and I respect that. I’m not in a big dommy mood tonight anyway.” She pulls Lila’s tail to her face. “But how about having someone new in your coils, hmm?”

“Oh,” Lila says, “you mean—Oh! You want me to—you—”

“I would love to be wrapped up by you,” Alya says. “I can just tell it would feel amazing.”

My mind lifts from most of the hypnotic torpor—most of it. I moan and squeeze Lila’s snaking body.

“No,” I mumble.

“No?” Lila asks.

“No? What’s the harm?” Alya asks. “I’m literally asking for it.”

“No, these are my coils,” I say, holding Lila tighter. “I was made for them.”

Lila giggles. I gasp as her tail curls tighter around me and sigh as I sink into her hold, her coils weighing down my arms as she wraps over my shoulders.

“You certainly were,” she says.

She squeezes her tail under my legs, and I shift in my seat until Lila is my seat, her thick coils sliding under my butt. I give a breathy sigh as she holds me down, and when she curls her tail close around my neck she squeezes my face with the loop. Her coils never squeeze too tight, but she’s so heavy and snuggly that it’s more overwhelming than the hypnotic lights of the nightclub. Scales circle over my entire world as Lila wraps over my mouth and curls up the top of my head.

“Perhaps you’ll just relax at let me do the talking for now,” Lila says. I moan in assent. The heavy part of her body I’d been hugging falls over me, holding me down.

My unfocused eyes shut, and when they open again the world is painted in hypnotic violets and blues as they pulse through my eyes, Lila’s hypnotic colors spinning through my senses without even looking into her eyes.

“No. Way.”

Alya’s voice sounds far away, everything is far away compared to the closeness of Lila’s coils, but I can hear her grinning squeal even as my thoughts spiral down Lila’s coils.

“Did you just hypnotize them just by wrapping them in your coils?” she asks.

Lila gives a hesitant giggle. She curls another loop around my head and covers my eyes, and all I see are her beautiful violets pulsing in my mind.

“I guess I do have kind of hypnotic scales?” Lila says.

“Oh, now I have to try it,” Alya says.

“Well . . .” Lila giggles. Alya gasps and I feel the seat shift with more weight next to me, opposite Lila. “I suppose if you’re a good girl and let me lead, I can wrap you in some coils.”

“I can be a good girl,” Alya says, “I can be a good girl!” She sighs. “Ooh, that feels so nice—hey, I can’t see! Or move my arms. Niiice.”

“I’m not convinced you can be a good girl,” Lila says. “I think you need some help.”

“Ohh?”

“Uh.” I feel Lila lean over me. She whispers, “I got too into the zone. I forgot to ask if you consent to being hypnotized by my eyes.”

“Oh, god, yes, please, bake my brain into a submissive cinnamon roll, please,” Alya says.

Lila laughs leans next to me.

“She’s almost as eager as you are sometimes,” she whispers.

I can only give a melting whimper of a sigh in response, lost in the ecstasy of Lila’s smothering, hypnotic coils. Lila clears her throat.

“Yes, I think we need to make you be a good girl.” The coils on the seat shift. Alya moans. “So look into my eyes, and I’ll make sure you’re good while I wrap you up.”

“Oh gosshhh,” Alya moans, “yesy’reyeso pretty . . .”

“You want to look deeper, don’t you?” Lila says.

“Deeper,” Alya repeats.

“Closer,” Lila says. I feel her press forward over me outside the coils.

“Closer . . .” Alya presses forward on the other side of me. I sink heavier as they press forward on top of me.

“Now you’ll be a very good girl and do as I say, won’t you?” Lila says.

With a sigh Alya repeats her words. Smothered under her coils, I mumble them as well. Already spiraled down Lila’s spell, it’s the most natural thing in the world for me to follow what she says, even when they’re directed to someone else.

“Now just relax,” Lila says, “and I’ll keep you comfy.”

My mind sinks under, forgetting where I am beyond my darling Lila’s sublime coils.