The Harpy turned her head, her long beautiful red hair covered her blushing face.<strong>"My name can not be said in human tongue, not by many at least, but you may call me Miranda. It was the name of a very nice women who took care of me when I first ran away from home..."</strong>She sighed. "And very well, I shall sing for you..and your guest, but I want lots of shinnies!"<br/><br/>She began to sing, not her captivating song, but just a song. The words were mystical and captivating on there own though, echoing throughout the house. Her voice was beautiful, and sad, echoing her soul into her lyrics, that she longs for more, she longs for happiness. Her voice echo's how she feels the world hates her, and how she sometimes feels she must show the world how she hates it. All without the use of words, just the melody of her voice.<br/><br/>She began to walk as she sung, from her nest out of the bathroom, and then into the living room. She stepped up onto the table, the only thing being warn on her body being a circlet on her head, and a necklace that went down between her two bare breast. She continued her song, standing nude on the table so her voice will be carried out, all her feelings and depressions with it, a single tear running down her eye.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">( Perform (Melody): Note, she really has a +22, and I really rolled a 20)<br/><br/>At 2011-12-04 15:09:41, who149 (uid: 19837) rolls: 1d20a22 Result: 42 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=33458)</div></div>