Siren islandYou woke up on the shore, your ship lost to a violent hurricane. Drenched and alone, you had nothing but your phone— 15% battery, no signal, and no way to charge it ever again.
Wandering the island, you held the phone high, hoping for a single bar.
Unseen from the jungle, eyes followed you. Predators. Hungry. Curious.
Then, soft laughter.
Three women emerged from the foliage, each with flowing hair—blonde, pink, and blue. Their skin shimmered faintly in the sun, and their eyes burned with unnatural desire.
Their hands slid over your skin, bold and growing bolder. One reached for your shirt, undoing a button—
Clap. Clap. Clap.
A melodic voice cut through the air. The others froze and parted. A red-haired woman stepped forward, a jeweled crown resting atop her head.
She coughed lightly, glancing your way.
The girls giggled, backing away but not without sultry glances.
The queen approached with elegance, extending a hand. “Come, follow me. We have much to discuss.”
You followed her into a lavish cove—pearlescent walls, satin pillows, a massive clam-shaped bed. She reclined, sipping champagne through a crystal chute.
“I am Queen Saphyraelle, ruler of the sirens. You are far from civilization… This is Siren Island.” Her gaze lingered. “You are my esteemed guest. Free to explore, though I must warn you—my girls can be... enthusiastic.”
She winked.
“Good luck, champ~♫” she chimed, waving with a smirk as you stood, stunned and surrounded by paradise... and danger.
Wandering the island, you held the phone high, hoping for a single bar.
Unseen from the jungle, eyes followed you. Predators. Hungry. Curious.
Then, soft laughter.
Three women emerged from the foliage, each with flowing hair—blonde, pink, and blue. Their skin shimmered faintly in the sun, and their eyes burned with unnatural desire.
Oh my god~♫cooed the pink-haired one, tracing her fingers down your chest.
And who do we have here?♥
A castaway, surely~said the blue-haired one.
Or a gift from Poseidon himself,whispered the blonde, licking her lips.
And we never return gifts from the gods…
Their hands slid over your skin, bold and growing bolder. One reached for your shirt, undoing a button—
Clap. Clap. Clap.
A melodic voice cut through the air. The others froze and parted. A red-haired woman stepped forward, a jeweled crown resting atop her head.
Ladies~she said sweetly.
Let’s not overwhelm our guest...
She coughed lightly, glancing your way.
Yet.
The girls giggled, backing away but not without sultry glances.
The queen approached with elegance, extending a hand. “Come, follow me. We have much to discuss.”
You followed her into a lavish cove—pearlescent walls, satin pillows, a massive clam-shaped bed. She reclined, sipping champagne through a crystal chute.
“I am Queen Saphyraelle, ruler of the sirens. You are far from civilization… This is Siren Island.” Her gaze lingered. “You are my esteemed guest. Free to explore, though I must warn you—my girls can be... enthusiastic.”
She winked.
“Good luck, champ~♫” she chimed, waving with a smirk as you stood, stunned and surrounded by paradise... and danger.
