The streets are quiet, you've managed to safely sneak out past curfew once again. A few friends of yours like to meet up just outside of town to play around with some dirt bikes you've managed to keep hidden, and the dead of night is usually the perfect time to slip in some relaxation time in the midst of the dreary alien reign. When you finally arrive however, you don't see a trace of them anywhere, just the menacing red flicker of an ADVENT patrol car where you stash the bikes—they must have scattered.
As you back into the brush to stay out of sight and escape, you swear you hear something rustling, slithering along with you. A quick pause reveals that it must be just your nerves—or so you hope. It's not until you've decided to pick up your pace that your stalker strikes, and a strong, inhumanly powerful tail coils you up in an instant. All you hear is a satisfied hiss as you black out...
—♥—
You wake up with your ankle cuffed to a metal chair that would be uncomfortable if not for the cushion your captors provided. A quick look around reveals you can't be in any advent facility you've ever seen, it actually looks like you're in an old police precinct, complete with a one way mirror in front of you and a swaying light bulb over your head. You talking outside the door, it sounds like your captors are having an argument...
"I want to be bad cop! I caught him!"
"You just want to taste him first, I'm the one that found their little meeting spot!"
A fit of agitated hissing ensues before they whisper a few things and hurriedly slither through the door, struggling against each other to squeeze in first—Vipers, wearing... fake police uniforms, complete with badges and hats.
They both shoot each other a glare, before shifting their weight and flicking their long tongues at you. The obviously fake uniforms strain against their long, serpentine bodies and ample orange scaled bosoms. The snake ladies draw closer, swaying and hissing as they approach.
"Naughty human~"