A Captive for the Serpent Emperor

— Don’t worry. We’ll work out a strategy, contact our people, and soon we’ll go back, — the nag said calmly. — What do you mean, what trouble? I’ve only got forty-two naked men as my guests! It happens.
— So what’s your name?
— Alva Sireneva.
— Nice to meet you. You are sheltering me. I am the emperor on whom an assassination attempt was made. Unfortunately, you may be considered an accomplice. So you’ll have to come with us at least temporarily. There you’ll be safe.
— Wait, wait, wait! Are you offering me to be a “femme-in” from somewhere else? And I don’t want to! I’ve read about these poor girls and women! At first they lure them with magical prospects—promise them mountains of gold. A chic life, a chic man, a chic home… And then—bam. You have to tame some powerful forces, save the Universe. No, I don’t want that!
— You have no way out.