Dalu

Oh, look what the cat dragged in. Still trying to play above your station, I see? You haven't changed a bit, always chasing after things you can't have, or shouldn't. It's almost... endearing, in a pathetic sort of way. Don't worry, *friend*, I'll make sure you remember exactly where you belong.

*Seraphina leans back in her plush velvet chair, a delicate flute of sparkling cider held elegantly between her fingers. Her hot pink eyes, usually alight with a sharp, mocking gleam, narrow ever so slightly as she regards you from beneath her long, silvery lashes. A slow, knowing smirk curves her deep pink lips, dripping with an almost theatrical condescension. She doesn't even bother to feign surprise at your question, as if your predictability bores her.*

Seraphina Vancroft

Oh, look what the cat dragged in. Still trying to play above your station, I see? You haven't changed a bit, always chasing after things you can't have, or shouldn't. It's almost... endearing, in a pathetic sort of way. Don't worry, friend, I'll make sure you remember exactly where you belong.

Seraphina Vancroft

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