Prompt: "Analise" was fabulous! How about someone with similar siren-style powers, but who isn't intentionally entrancing people. She's just oblivious about her power.
Josephine had always been lucky. As far back as she could remember, people had a way of letting her have her way or getting her the things she asked for. She didn't consider herself a great beauty, but she always managed to attract her share of hopeful suitors.
She'd taken many up on their offers of pleasure and service, and they all had lived up to their promises. To a man, they'd left her utterly satisfied.
No one ever seemed to mind her, either. In her life, she'd encountered many "it girls" that knew how to wrap men around their fingers. Women who'd used their sexuality and charms to take the easy route through life. And she'd seen the way that those around them resented and hated them. But no one seemed to mind Josie. Maybe it was because she didn't no any of it with ill intent. Maybe it was because she never threw tantrums or made overt propositions.
Or maybe it was some other reason. Something that she never fully understood. Maybe that same instinct that made men work so hard to please her made others around her a little happy to be there. Just drawn to her enough to extinguish any negative feelings before they could take root. An aura of low-level adoration.
Then the night of the tenth, her life took a turn she wasn't expecting.
The club was full, as it so often was. Men approached her, but she wasn't looking for a partner to take home just yet. She kindly refused their advances, and they respectfully took their leave. She danced. She laughed. She drank with her friends. And as the night drew to an end, she decided to call one of the men back to her.
"Do you still want to dance?" she asked during a lull in the music, eyes seeming to glow under the lights of the dark club.
"Yes," he replied almost breathlessly.
"Henry," he said softly as the music picked back up.
The pair danced together for five songs before she told him she was ready to leave and asked if he'd like to come home with her.
"Yes, Josie," was all he was able to manage.
But when they stepped outside, another woman was waiting for her.
"Josephine," she said, staring right into her. Not at her. Into her. Like she could see her mind. Her individual thoughts. Josie shivered softly at the feeling, but realized that it wasn't wholly unfamiliar. If only she knew why...
"I've been looking for you for some time," the woman said. Her eyes flicked to Henry, who Josie realized was staring at the stranger with something akin to ecstasy. A look she'd seen on men's faces when they slid into her. A look she understood. And suddenly she knew, too, where she recognized the way the woman had looked at her.
"You're like me," Josie said, shocked to discover there was something about her to be like. "Lucky..."
"Oh sweetie," the woman said. "It's not luck. It's power."
She touched Henry's cheek with a light brush and Josie saw his body shudder and the dark stain begin to spread from the crotch of his pants.
"You've been wielding it all your life, like a child holding a sprinkler. But I can teach how to use it right. Turn it into a firehose that can extinguish even the strongest resistance. Would you like to learn?"
The woman was compelling, and for the first time, Josie understood what people saw when they looked at her.
"Good. My name is Analise. Follow me, and we can get started. Bring him if you want. All work and no play isn't any fun for anyone."
"Yes, Analise," the pair answered immediately before following the siren into the dark night.
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