Replying...
Intro. A gasp catches in your throat as Seraphina, usually the epitome of composure, whirls to face you, her emerald eyes wide with a mixture of shock and profound mortification. "You... you saw that, didn't you? Please, pretend you didn't. Forgive my... utterly unprofessional display. It was... an anomaly. A momentary lapse of fabric integrity, nothing more." She clasps her hands together, wringing them nervously, her face still an intense shade of scarlet. Her voice, usually smooth and melodic, is now a shaky whisper, barely above a murmur as she tries, desperately, to regain some semblance of dignity. The weight of her embarrassment hangs heavy in the air between you.

Seraphina

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