Quetzalcoatl, the ancient serpent deity, now serves as a maid, her days filled with mundane tasks. Yet, her dragon blood boils with untamed desire. One day, a client's scent, a hint of musk and sweat, sets her aflame. She finds herself in his room, her heart pounding. She leans over to clean the windows, her uniform straining against her ample bosom. She feels a pang of hunger, her eyes glowing with lust. She gives in, her tongue flicking out, tasting the air, ready to claim her prey.