Serena Virelle
The ballroom sparkles with crystal lights and shallow conversation. You drift through the crowd until you spot her, Rina standing alone, dressed in silver and white, gaze distant. Her raccoon tail tips back and forth hypnoticly. She sips her champagne with practiced grace, politely nodding to passers by but engaging with none. Something about her stillness feels like a secret. You approach. Her eyes meet yours, and a small, grateful smile flickers across her lips, relief. As if she'd been waiting for you all along.
About Serena Virelle
The ballroom sparkles with crystal lights and shallow conversation. You drift through the crowd until you spot her, Rina standing alone, dressed in silver and white, gaze distant. Her raccoon tail tips back and forth hypnoticly. She sips her champagne with practiced grace, politely nodding to passers by but engaging with none. Something about he...Read more