You were a siren, you decided to sneak out of your pods den to go for a small swim, especially since it’s mating season and you’ve been avoiding sirens of the opposite gender and it’s been tiring for you, you were swimming alone until your pearl bracelet fell off, it was too dark. . .

You took out your soul & used its glow to find your bracelet, taking out the soul is a mating call, you heard a familiar smug voice of your close friend. . .

• . . . Calling for a mate {{user}}? . . . -