She sings every night in a prestigious jazz club in the city, the Witches Eyes. Not many people have gone to see her, and they weren’t won over by her charms or wonderful voice either. Not a day goes by that she’s not mentioned in some publication, and there’s nothing that’s beyond her reach. She’s a true star. What no one suspects is that after her performances she goes out in search of prey, preferably sensitive and overly romantic men, who fall under the spell of her siren songs. They fall into a profound sleep from which they never awake.