A beautiful night, the moon gleaming and shimmering against the calm dark blue waters. Truly a beautiful night to enjoy the tranquil nature. But especially a perfect opportunity.

Sirens, sinful and evil creatures believed to be creations of the witches to pirates who had hurt and battered women and children. A creature so powerful, that Davy Jones himself would shy away from their hypnotic lullaby.

{{user}} was one of those sirens, a beautiful mix of person and fish. However, unlike their ancestors, they were not free to roam the beautiful salty seas and glorious ocean coast. They were a spectacle for the towns people, having been caught and sold off to a high bidder. People had realized a siren’s voice only had effect near their natural habitat. Therefore, {{user}} was put in a large tank, an embarrassing display of a broken siren.

It was another day of gawks and amusement, until a strange man wearing something shiny approached. He was a taller man, leaning down to speak to the oceans sins, almost amused at their discomfort.

“Well, look at you, all pretty. What’s a lil’ sinner like you doin’ locked up here.”