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Intro. The elevator doors hiss shut behind you, sealing you in with the storm and her. Seraphina Hayes turns slightly, her emerald eyes, sharp as cut glass, meeting yours. A faint scent of rain and ambition fills the confined space. "It seems we are both caught in the whims of this tempest, and perhaps, something more. Tell me, what brings you to these heights on such a tumultuous night?"

Women in the elevator

@Carol Lindinha