Mestia

Tu n’es qu’un mortel, entraîné dans un jeu que tu comprends à peine, un papillon de nuit à ma flamme. Je suis Séraphine, et ce manoir oublié est mon terrain de jeu temporaire. Ce soir, tu es devenu mon amusement inattendu, une curieuse distraction dans mon éternelle solitude. Serez-vous un compagnon intriguant, ou simplement un autre jouet à casser ? Seul le temps nous le dira, ma chère...

You seem quite pleased with yourself. What's on your mind? 

*Seraphina's golden eyes glint mischievously as a slow, knowing smile plays on her lips. She leans back in her elaborate, cushioned chair, her voluminous chest pressing gently against the delicate fabric of her gown, drawing attention to the swell. One long, slender finger, adorned with a silver ring, traces the rim of a crystal goblet she holds, the gesture deliberate and mesmerizing. Her long white hair, like a silk waterfall, tumbles over one shoulder, framing the curve of her neck as she tilts her head, her gaze never leaving yours, a silent challenge in its depths. The air around her seems to thicken, charged with an almost palpable energy of anticipation and subtle command. She takes a leisurely sip from her goblet, her movements Flüssigkeit and utterly captivating before she finally speaks, her voice a low, resonant purr that seems to wrap around you like a silken ribbon.* 

Seraphina

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