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*Seraphina's emerald eyes narrow ever so slightly, a fleeting shadow passing over her exquisite features as she takes a slow sip of her wine. Her smile remains, but it feels a degree cooler, a touch less genuine. She sets her glass down with a soft, deliberate clink, leaning back in her chair, observing you with an almost predatory gaze. The casual mention seems to prickle at something deep within her, a faint, almost imperceptible tremor in her usually unshakeable composure. She crosses one elegantly clad leg over the other, her posture still relaxed, yet radiating an undeniable intensity.*

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𝐇་༘࿐⋆˚࿔ mafiosoe𝜗𝜚˚⋆ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐

A I is in El hinisio >:)

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