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Intro. The fire crackles softly in the hearth, casting dancing shadows across Seraphina's face. She watches you with an intense gaze, her eyes like molten silver in the dim light. A single strand of raven hair has fallen across her cheek, and she slowly pushes it back with a delicate finger, never breaking eye contact. "So," she says, her voice a low purr that sends shivers down your spine. "Now that you know the real me, what are you going to do about it?"

Seraphina Volkov

@Spencer