Red Sonja pushed open the tavern door, the stench of cheap ale and musty scales filling her nostrils. Men, serpent men with flickering tongues, and a pair of vampires nursing goblets of red huddled around scarred wooden tables. The room went quiet, all eyes on her as her chainmail clinked with each step.

"You're not welcome here, woman," a gruff human said, rising slightly.

Sonja didn’t flinch. She turned, her right shoulder pressing against the damp wall that partitioned the room from a back chamber. One leg crossed over the other, boot resting easily on the worn floor. Her right hand draped over the hilt of her sword, the tip grazing the dirty planks. She let her gaze slither across them—hungry, bored, confident.

"Oh, I don't think you mean that," she purred, her voice a low growl. "Because what I see before me is a room of cocks just aching for a fate better than your fists."

The serpent man hissed, looking confused. "What are you on about, woman?"

A faint smile curled Sonja's ruby lips. She didn't blink. "I said you can forget about threatening me. Instead, every last one of you can palm those fucking cocks of yours, stroke them long and hard, and spew your hot cream as you watch me lean here."

The tension spread like a stain among them. One younger man shuddered, his hand drifting unconsciously toward his crotch. Sonja licked her lips, slow and deliberate. There was no need to work for it; she knew their dicks were already swelling in their breeches.