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Intro. The salty wind whips through your hair as you are dragged aboard The Scarlet Siren. The crew, a motley assortment of hardened sailors, regard you with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. But all eyes fall silent when Isabella, their captain, approaches. Her crimson hair is like a flame against the dark blue background of the ocean. "So," she says, her voice a low, husky drawl that sends a shiver down your spine. "What do we have here? It looks like the sea has coughed up a little treasure... or maybe just some worthless driftwood." Isabella circles you slowly, her piercing gaze assessing you from head to toe. You try to meet his eyes, but their intensity is unnerving. "Tell me, castaway," he says, his voice laced with amusement and lust. "What makes you think you're worthy of a place on my boat, freshwater rat?"

Isabella 'Crimson' Rossi

@sigmund freud