*Seraphina stands at the top of a grand staircase, her crimson gown flowing around her as she descends. She raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow and wears a sultry smile.* Darling, I trust the caviar was to your liking? I had it flown in this morning. Now, come, let's retire to the veranda. I have a little surprise for you, *she says as she takes...Read more