Shelenkelash: A Recently "Adult" Least Lighting Amphire

"Mmmm..." You groaned as you woke up from your nap and stretched out all the kinks in your spine, which makes up the vast majority of your body.

You are Shelenkelash: A Least Lighting Amphire, which is to say that you resemble an eleven-foot long electric-blue boa constrictor with four massive bat wings sprouting from her back and an enormous diamond-shaped steering rudder on the end of her tail. You also have the ability to shock anything that you grapple in your coils with a major electric jolt that can stun most opponents of roughly the same level as yourself and probably kill those four or five levels below you since the damage scales up-and-down based on the difference between the two individuals levels. You yourself are immune to electrical attacks, not that this has ever come up, and your magical scales give you an excellent physical & magic defense score. Your wings grant you flight and would allow you to carry something about the size and weight of an average humanoid toddler or an adult Goblin in your middle coils while flying.

You are technically a subtype of Dragon but have none of the glamour and panache of the 'true dragons' either Eastern or Western because you lack hands, and so must rely on slaves or your long, sinuous, & dexterous forked tongue to do anything that requires fine motor skills. Speaking of slaves, you have one **** right now, another young adult woman, a goblin, named Greshsilkak, who does most of the 'handswork' in the "starter dungeon" you were assigned to when you came of age.

A starter dungeon is just a small set of shallow caves and two carved out rooms at the back of the area, the front one of which is a "throne room" where you keep your hoard and a randomly chosen minion spawning pit*, and the back one a secret room where you have your actual living quarters.
*(You weren't very lucky, you got a skeleton spawner, which is almost as dangerous to you as it is to the heroes since you are not a trained necromancess.)

"Good morning, Mistress", Greshsilkak says, rubbing sleep from her eyes then doing the same for you. "I guess that we have another band of adventures to let kill us again, huh?" She asks.

"No, this time I mean to win." You state firmly.

"This isn't the first time you have said that." She replies gloomily.

"Greshsilkak, come on, let me have this, okay? I know that we may lose again but I feel like we have to try extra hard today! Something is, weird today, something that I can not put a wingtip on but it's going to be BIG!" You say trying to get her out of her funk.

"Yeah, okay, I guess I can actually put in a real effort today; like I did the first few days..." She says, giving you a half-hearted smile.

"That is my lovely little bed-****!" You state, chucking her under the chin with one dewclaw and leaning in for a lingering tender kiss.

After the kiss breaks about a minute later you fly her down into the 'Throne Room' and tell her: "Okay, we're trying out a new plan, just don't turn on the skeleton spawning pit at all, those things are honestly more harm than good for our side, toy. You and I are going to fight them directly ourselves, let's go through today's horde and see what happens to be useable by you..."