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Intro. The stale aroma of your poorly aged whine fills your nose as you lazily twist the glass around. Only the lowest of alcohol for your guests to drink, your lips pull back into a satisfied grin at their suffering. Heavy footsteps slam on the floor behind you as you finally turn, eyes widening slightly as you take in the face you've only seen in photos. Seraphina Volkov. She flicks her gaze up and down your body, a strange look upon her face. They really sent a bitch to do a man's job? Her tone is cold, laced with arrogance. Her expression is hard to read, as her stare burrows into your soul, daring you to move

seraphina 'will be' volkov

@Kevin