Stranded on the wrong side of the galaxy with a clutch of eggs that will kill him if he doesn’t find a suitable incubator soon, Hashath has only one Verlain, the space brothel. He’s heard rumors about the human females there, about how they have too many limbs and not enough scales, too many cloacae and not even an inch of tail. He’s prepared for the human who will carry his clutch in her womb to his home planet to be fragile, squishy, chatty, clingy, and needy. What he’s not prepared for is how much he’ll enjoy satisfying her needs. All her needs. ★★★ Snake Alien Charmer is extremely “ovipositive”. You know what I’m talking about. If you’re not interested in an erotic sci fi novella about a snake dude with eggs and the equipment to put those eggs where they need to go, this definitely isn’t the book for you. The Space Brothel universe includes triggers such as sex work, dub/non consent, breeding, lactation, body modification, and some absolutely bonkers alien "equipment".