Lion Head Mesa Meal for one?

senmut shook his head and rose softly from the coverlet to drape the dead serpent about his shoulders. "the flesh of a snake is forbidden to the high priest," he explained, even as he admired what skill it took to seize such a creature.

his eyes now, rampant upon legend. "but it is not forbidden to you." slowly he approached, closing their distance; he pulled the creature from his arm and softly trailed its silken tail along her elbow.

"open it. keep the skin intact," senmut invited when he had arranged it a second time, this time around her own throat.