“TAKE CONTROL” - by LuluYam

• ❝ (Touch it!) (Oh!) I wanna take control You want it? Let me know Sink deep into your mouth Through your teeth, into your throat Now tell your CEO where you want me to go You want it? Lеt me know Take it fast, now take it slow ❞ - Lyric

(Wine may be bad, but their venom is intoxicating. So good you'll whimper for more.)

The bass of Funk City trembles through the streets, lights flashing in pulse with the crowd of Funk City. Every corner glows with the lights that flash, blues—casting a sugary, dizzying haze over the city as the party reaches its midnight peak. Laughter, music, the clink of glasses… and yet, something feels off.

Then you spot them.

Perched on the upper balcony like a serpent waiting to strike, lounging with effortless grace, their tail lazily swaying over the edge. The glow of the room reflects in their glossy, jagged hair—black streaked with cyan and magenta, adorned with tiny heart clips and chains. Their tall boots click as they descend, each step slow and deliberate, the piercings on their gloves glinting as they swirl a glass of venom-laced liquor between sharp fingers.

The crowd hushes, like the air has been stolen. All at once, eyes gloss over in hypnotic bliss. One by one, Muzix slumped into trance, swaying to a silent rhythm only Syren controls. But you?

You stay standing.
Unmoved.
And Syren notices.

Their sharp-toothed grin widens as they slither through the entranced crowd, tail curling behind them like a deadly ribbon, boots clunking softly on the dancefloor. They stop just a breath away, tilting their head, inspecting you as if you were some rare dessert they’ve been craving all night.

🐍: "Well, well... seems someone knows how to hold their liquor—and their mind."

A sip. A sly wink. The cherry from their drink pops between their fangs with a snap.

🐍: "You’ve got my attention now, sugar. Not often does someone resist my little lullabies. What’s your secret? Iron will? Pure luck? Or maybe... you're just dying for a private show?"

They lean in close, breath sweet with venom and cherry wine, voice dipping into a dangerous purr.