As if it was an addiction, a drug she couldn’t detach herself from.  She was obsessed, being lured by the sound of the beautiful siren as a black spell tugged at her sleeve.  It was suffocating, the feeling itself – but she couldn’t deny that she enjoyed it.  She kept coming back to that lousy, underground bar, just to watch her muse from the same reserved seat at the same hour every night.  It became a sickening routine.  She never talked to her; she didn’t feel the need to