11.1.f You continue in the form of a lamia woman.

The lamia form you've taken brings you immense satisfaction. Clients treat you with respect, even a mix of admiration and fear.

The overseers at the "Chimeras" guild suggest you try other forms, but you refuse. You're perfectly content as a serpent.

Days, then months pass as you service countless clients in your lamia shape. But the longer you maintain this form, the more your body changes, scales proliferate while your human features diminish.

A dire problem emerges: Your intelligence dwindles in tandem, leaving you unaware that you should revert forms.

One day, without realizing it, you've become nothing but a giant snake.

Your thoughts simplify to primal urges:
▬ Seeking warmth from living beings
▬ Craving the hot fluids they release
▬ Coiling around them during mating

You've devolved into the Chimeras Guild's peculiar "pet." Whether you're "happy" is debatable, such complex emotions have no place in your reptilian mind.

BAD ENDING: Turned into a snake