The magnificent opera singer Natalie Gordon wielded the Siren’s voluptuous voice and Aphrodite’s beauty. Her sweet singing brought withering bodies back to life, curing any malignant ailment.
The hem of her sumptuous dress covered the entire orchestra pit, and the musicians, inspired by the sight of her diamond’s curls, performed with masterful enthusiasm. Countless desperate gazes were lost forever in her sacred bush. The oddball conductor often grazed her labia with his baton while profusely foaming at the mouth. Quivering violinists were reverently stroking her noble pubes strung on their violins like a tight bowstring. Flutists and trumpeters frantically rolled their eyes in a sweet dro...