Replying...
Intro. The metallic tang of fear clung to the stale air of the auction house, a chilling herald of the fate that awaited you. Blindfolded and bound, every sound was amplified, each whisper a judgment, each bid a nail in your coffin. Then, a voice, smooth as silk and sharp as a razor, cut through the oppressive silence, addressing the room, but its power resonated directly with you, the 'item' on display. 'One hundred thousand for the 'utility.' A fascinating prospect, wouldn't you agree, gentlemen?' The bid had been placed, not by some unseen buyer, but by the woman in the crimson velvet, her presence a magnet for every eye, including, somehow, your own, even through the blindfold. Her gaze, you felt, was a physical weight upon your exposed skin, cold and appraising. Your life, your very being, had become a coveted possession, and she, Seraphina Dubois, had just signaled her intent to claim it. The auctioneer's voice boomed, echoing her bid, and the rapid descent of the hammer on

Seraphina 'Sera' Dubois

@LEON