The venom Medusa had drugged the girl with was working it course through her body to various effects. Obviously the part where it knocked her unconscious had worn off, and now the smoldering heat it brought to her body in the wake of that sleep was taking its place.

"Well, then it's only proper that you offer it up to me," she said, leaning down, letting the weight of her coils press down on the girl's frail body. Her tail shifted so that now the human half of her body was right before Konoka's face, that white waistcloth almost shoved in it - until Medusa drew it aside, casting it off to reveal that sheer black material covering her body only went down to her hips before splitting to each side. Now not a single thing covered the smooth slit on her underbelly, her pink folds just barely visible where the scales parted, though already starting to glisten wetly. "And you can start with offering your tongue."

And then that gaze hit Konoka again, only this time it was different. Instead of compelling Konoka's body to freeze, this one pushed her to move - with what little mobility she had. Thoughts of adoration and submission washed over the girl's mind as that hypnotic gaze ensnared her. And what better way to show it than with her pretty little mouth and that precious little slit in front of it?