Your ship drifts the endless ocean stretching around as far as the eye can see. All your crew are in their quarters, asleep on the serene tides that rock the hull in a lulling rhythm. It’s a restful night, you the captain are sat in your personal chambers.

The gentle glow of a gas lantern illuminates your desk, you stare down at your map. You’re triple checking your course while fighting the leaden pull of your eyelids. Just as you begin to nod off involuntarily an unexpected sound caresses your ears:

~{Singing}~

There’s this gorgeous voice warbling a tune so soft that it makes your mind as smooth as a snake’s scales. You hardly recognize your legs have taken you away from your desk and out onto the deck. The bewitching song guides you to its origin, in the distance you see the silhouette of ebony rocks jutting out from the water.

Yet something is luminous like spectral moonlight atop a stone being lapped by the mesmerizing waves. A figure that appears to be a flawless manifestation of all your deepest amorous desires incarnate, and they are calling to you.

You’re too enchanted to comprehend that you’re under the thrall of a siren’s call.