As the door shuts, she breaks into song once more- holding Jules with one arm and her own meal with the other, she pulls the two of them into a feathered hug with warm black wings draping across both. Mindful of the need to be less... noticeable, she doesn't try to sing loudly, or hit the high notes on her register. Instead, she just starts half-under her breath singing an old harpy folk song about the matriarch who fell in love with a deaf human who couldn't hear her songs. It had a happy ending (well, happy for the harpy, this being one of their folk songs), but once more the words were less important than the tune. A few bars in, she begins to weave magic into her song as though yet another voice were singing her in chorus- that part of the song goes right through ears without touching the sides to lodge in the hindbrain, talking to instinct and subconscious reactions instead of the mind. Being sure she has the attention of all three of those who seem disinclined to eat, she soothes the prostitutes' minds with her first song, making them helplessly enamored of her and Aethon; to cover the brief lapse in song, she weaves a second in to keep her own meal paralyzed in case she's strong willed enough to shake off the hypnosis while she eats. Then, at the end of a verse, she opens her jaws and gently but quickly feeds the unresisting human into her mouth. There was dirt and grime there, of course, and the tang of cheap perfume but underneath it all was the ecstatic flavor of live and unresisting meat. Not savoring the food, she quickly bends down and lets her throat work over the prostitute, and within half a minute the woman's feet are pulled into her craw as the throat shuts over her once more.<br/><br/>Turning her full attention to Jules, she favors the man with a smile after seeing that Aethon's enjoying his meal as well- singing to him, she brings the full force of her magic on the man. Of course she didn't have room for anyone else right<span style="font-style: italic">now,</span>but it didn't hurt to have someone... accustomed to listening to her very intently. She wraps the man in her wings, pulling him tightly against her bulging and still stomach as her body starts breaking the human down; singing steadily, she holds eye contact with the man and weaves a simple spell to make him feel... very pleasant about her. Nothing serious, just... charmed. There'd be other chances, of course. Later. It was going to take her all night just to break down this one person, and days more to work fat into muscle... but she could sing now anyway.