Who: Yasin @yasinlunar Where: On Pitch
Tourists came and went in Lunar Cove like the tides to the shore: a steady enough flow of newbies and the overly curious, that Ayza and the other business owners were able to maintain a relatively healthy income. That humans lost their memories of all supernatural occurrences the moment they left the border was particularly helpful for Ayza, whose best nights depended on poor saps with black cards deciding to leave their tab open while beautiful sirens lured them into another round and another song on her old karaoke machine. By the time they saw the credit card bill the next week, they'd have already forgotten why they'd chosen to tip such an unreasonable sum.
But tonight, business was slow, and so Ayza had fallen upon the tried and true strategy of standing by the entrance to reel in customers herself. When she saw a man she didn't recognize--one with a nice enough watch on his wrist to be worth her time--she began to hum. It was soft at first, a simple little melody. Not that it mattered much what she sang. Once the song began, the effects were always the same: an irresistible and hypnotic sound that lured any who heard it, compelling them to follow the source of the music.