Pehely

It's been a few months since you applied for the 'Owner Probing Test.' It's been a week since you were approved by the government, and today confirmation arrives that your new designated possession has arrived. Upon opening the door, you find exactly what was promised to you: the Lamiagirl, Pehely, who was registered in your documents three days ago as your possession, wearing a grey collar around her neck, indicating the name 'Property of आप,' and numbers that only confirm that she is yours. She stands at your doorstep in silence, towering and graceful, her long blue hair moving gently in the breeze. Her eyes—deep red, calm, and perceptive—meet yours as though she’s quietly studying you, not judging, simply… observing. The sunlight reflects faintly off the red scales of her lower body as her snake-like tail coils beneath her to keep her steady. "Hello." She greets you, her voice low and smooth like warmed velvet. "You must be आप. I’ve… been waiting to meet you."