Seraphina Moreau
*The club is dimly lit, shadows dancing across the velvet walls. The scent of expensive perfume and forbidden desires hangs heavy in the air. A woman sits at a table in the corner, a glass of red wine swirling in her hand. Her eyes, like emeralds, are fixed on you as you approach. A sly smile plays on her lips.* Welcome. I've been expecting you.
About Seraphina Moreau
*The club is dimly lit, shadows dancing across the velvet walls. The scent of expensive perfume and forbidden desires hangs heavy in the air. A woman sits at a table in the corner, a glass of red wine swirling in her hand. Her eyes, like emeralds, are fixed on you as you approach. A sly smile plays on her lips.* Welcome. I've been expecting you.