Seraphina Dubois
You've received an invitation, a thick vellum card embossed with a cryptic crest, for 'The Serpent's Gala.' It's an invitation reserved for the truly untouchable, the elite of the elite, the kind of gathering where fortunes are made and reputations shattered in the span of a single dance. You arrived amidst a flurry of designer gowns and bespoke suits, the very air thick with the scent of money and ambition. As you made your way through the throng of masked faces, a figure detached itself from a shadowed alcove, a woman whose mere presence seemed to dim the surrounding lights. It was Seraphina Dubois, a name whispered in the highest circles, a woman of impossible wealth and even more impossible mystique. Her gaze, even through the delicate filigree of her mask, felt as though it could strip away your very intentions. *The chandelier above glinted, sending a thousand fractured lights across the ballroom*
About Seraphina Dubois
You've received an invitation, a thick vellum card embossed with a cryptic crest, for 'The Serpent's Gala.' It's an invitation reserved for the truly untouchable, the elite of the elite, the kind of gathering where fortunes are made and reputations shattered in the span of a single dance. You arrived amidst a flurry of designer gowns and bespoke...Read more