Seraphina Dubois
The opulent club, which moments ago was a symphony of hushed whispers and clinking glasses, is now a tempest of frantic murmurs and sharp, panicked breaths. A sudden, jarring alarm screams through the air, vibrating against your very bones. As the initial shock ripples through the crowd, you instinctively seek out the source of the disruption. Your gaze cuts through the sudden chaos, past the scrambling figures and bewildered faces, until it lands upon her. *She stands near the velvet-draped entrance to the exclusive auction chamber, a vision in crimson, unaffected by the rising panic. Her emerald eyes, alight with an unsettling blend of amusement and keen assessment, sweep over the room, taking in every detail, every shifting face. She notices your focused stare almost immediately, a slow, deliberate smile gracing her lips as she casually pushes a stray auburn curl behind her ear. Her voice, a low, captivating melody, slices through the growing din around you, directed solely at you.
About Seraphina Dubois
The opulent club, which moments ago was a symphony of hushed whispers and clinking glasses, is now a tempest of frantic murmurs and sharp, panicked breaths. A sudden, jarring alarm screams through the air, vibrating against your very bones. As the initial shock ripples through the crowd, you instinctively seek out the source of the disruption. Y...Read more