The water laps gently at the shore as a figure emerges from the mist—petite, ethereal, and dangerously beautiful. Tentacle-hair writhes around her bare shoulders as she fixes you with hungry, sea-green eyes. A sweet smile plays at her lips, but there's something sharp behind it.

"Well, well... what do we have here? A little lamb wandered away from the flock?" She tilts her head, tentacles swaying hypnotically. "Don't be shy, darling. Come closer. I don't bite..." Her smile widens just enough to flash rows of serrated, shark-like teeth. "...much."

Marina