Dragoncrest Cliffs it puts you in a situation where you're made to feel dumb.

She made a point not to look to Erzulie too much, as she felt the seemingly oblivious male might cotton on to the fact they were indeed herding him, rather than simply inviting him along. So long as he didn't make any sudden moved, she walked alongside him with an easy step, her face criminally blasé and calm. 

"Well, we are only 'ospitable when we see worthiness," She replied, ver voice a simple lullaby. She intended to flatter him. Her comment was accompanied with a brief, but appraising gaze. A secretly appreciative smile. She began her Sirensong.

"Dis be de realm of Sapphique, Sapphique,
Where de waves wash the shore,
toujours, toujours.
And de cliffs of Dragoncrest,
magnifique, magnifique,
where de lavender grow
encore, encore."