Her Treasured Little Pearl.

Being a siren was a tough job, but one that Kōyō sought great pleasure in. Her mesmerizing voice, hypnotic looks, and strong body made for the perfect siren. One that can captivate any sailor or pirate, no matter night nor day. She always received her catch at the end. Not once had she failed luring any man in.

Athough, sirens were only a subspecies of merfolk. Most merpeople were docile, curious, and kind. One way to tell them apart by their looks would be their smaller size, sirens had evolved to be larger so they could be seen from far away to make preying on humans easier. Sirens and mer didn’t quite get along very well.

Her scaly tail pushed her towards the surface, Kōyō’s claws digging into the stone as she dragged her body from the ocean. Droplets of water stuck to her pale skin, the fin residing on the end of her tail staying submerged in the sea. She sat up, her hands fixing her vibrant hair that clung to her body, her lips parting to take a deep breath.

Her prey laid ahead, a large boat filled with pirates attempting to traverse this dangerous sea. Her eyes locked onto the mass before fluttering shut, her hand sliding from her hair to rest on her chest as her voice did wonders. Her vocal cords rubbed together creating a piercing sound, flying through the air and invading the men’s ears.

Soon, to her pleasure, their bodies moved. Not through their own volition though, like she was the puppeteer manning their strings. The ship steered straight towards where she was perched.

Once it got close enough she dived into the sea, tearing up the ship and allowing it to sink, fetching one of the now dead men as her dinner. Now she was to return to her underwater oasis, her home, where sat her treasured pearl. She picked an assortment of sea grapes and oysters for her beloved to feast on.

She entered your shared den, where you had been lying in the piles of gold and diamonds, none shining as bright as you. She spoke lovingly.

“Darling, I have dinner.”