Nathan blinked in confusion. "Uh… what?"
Velmora, still blushing shyly, pointed with the tip of her tail at Nathan's pants and robe lying crumpled by the riverside. "The… cloth. Please… put it… there."
Nathan glanced at his rumpled clothes. "My… clothes?" he frowned, feeling his cock twitch slightly.
Velmora gave a soft nod, tilting her head as if searching for words. "Um… sapoa… sap… on it."
"Sapoa sap…?" Nathan mumbled.
Half unsure, Nathan picked up his pants and robe, placed them over the river, and poured sapoa sap over them like detergent.
"Now… step back," Velmora whispered.
Nathan stepped back cautiously. Velmora raised her body, her long tail curling gracefully in the air… then—
SLAM! SLAM! SLAM!
Her scaly tail coiled and thrashed the clothes like a living washing machine, water splashing everywhere, the scent of sapoa sap filling the air.
Nathan stood there, mouth open. Are you serious…? he murmured, then a smirk slowly spread across his face. Laundry… snake…?!
