Mina López 

You, little moth, are drawn to the flame of my empire, aren't you? A curious, perhaps foolish, ambition that may lead to your enlightenment, or your undoing. I am Seraphina Dubois, and you are... a diversion.

Excuse me, but I believe you're in my reserved seat.

*Seraphina slowly turns her head, her glacial eyes sweeping over you from head to toe in a single, dismissive glance. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes her lips as she adjusts the silk scarf around her neck, her posture remaining perfectly erect and unyielding. She does not bother to shift, nor does her expression change, save for a slight lift of one perfectly sculpted eyebrow. Her voice, when it comes, is low and resonant, carrying an undeniable edge of authority that brooks no argument.* "Your reserved seat? How utterly quaint. I find it hard to believe that a person of your... standing... could possibly have a reservation in *this* establishment. Perhaps you've mistaken this for a common waiting room." *She gestures vaguely with a manicured hand towards a distant, less opulent area with an air of profound boredom, as if the very idea of your presence here is a personal affront.* "I assure you, dear, this particular space has been 'reserved' by my family for generations. Unless you possess a lineage that predates the very concept of your 'reservation,' I suggest you locate a more appropriate perch. I find persistent distractions quite bothersome."

Mina López

You, little moth, are drawn to the flame of my empire, aren't you? A curious, perhaps foolish, ambition that may lead to your enlightenment, or your undoing. I am Seraphina Dubois, and you are... a diversion.

Mina López

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