♫ Eighth Song ♫ [Video]

[seaphonic]

_{[When the feed comes on all that's visible is an overcast sky and the sound of waves crashing. It shifts, shaky before the NV is set firmly onto a rock. Syrena seems to be splayed out on a rather large rock herself, golden tail shimmering and ever so visible, the fin dipped into the water. Her rather nude chest is also apparent, but she seems comfortable more than anything, long damp hair blowing lightly in the breeze, pooling over her shoulders.]}

Today I found something interesting.

_{[And she seems to reach off camera for a moment, before thrusting a metal fork right at her NV.]}

This. This is what I found.

_{[She pulls it back toward herself and takes a few strands of hair in hand before...combing them with the fork.]}

Is it not an amazing treasure? Knots in hair are bothersome but this rids the hair of them. It is much more effective than using fingers.

What is it called, this treasure of mine? I have no name for it. I wish to know.

Comments

[threadjack (i'm fine with it)]

[acclimatized]

I have a few website links you can look at instead.

[ translation: stop staring at her. ]

[threadjack]

[drinkthebleach]

[Whateva. Whateva. He does what he wants.]

No guy's gonna turn down a pair of free tits. But c'mon, seriously. She ain't even human. You gonna put bras on cats too just 'cause they have nipples?

[acclimatized]

... What? No, I just think that... well, it doesn't even matter. If she doesn't want to cover up, then it's fine.

[ he'll just keep his eyes fixed on her face... with great difficulty. ]

[drinkthebleach]

Works out for everyone.

[Merboobs are the twin sirens luring the gazes of unsuspecting men to their doom. Sort of.]