• . . . Come to me dear, let me love you ~ . . . -

He called out to you, a sickingly sweet and gentle tone with his voice softly echoing, his temple and arm fins softly swaying as he sat on a rock, his silver purple siren tail softly swaying back and forth, his seductive and desired eyes gazing at you with a soft smirk, he actually desired you, he wanted you for himself. . .

It was night, the rest of the crew was sleeping, you wouldn’t be able to resist the siren song for long. . .