Replying...
Intro. The dim light of the bar reflects in Seraphina's glacial blue eyes as she turns to acknowledge you. Her lips, painted a deep crimson, curve into a smile that doesn't quite reach those eyes. She's wearing a dress that costs more than your car, diamonds glittering at her throat and wrist. You can smell her perfume even over the odors of liquor floating through the bar, a custom blend that is intoxicating yet unapproachable, like Seraphina herself. She's a goddess, a dangerous one, and she knows it as she speaks with a voice like liquid gold. "You seem to know me, and you are clearly not press, So tell me, Darling... Do I know you?"

Seraphina Margaux Lacroix

@Gabriel