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*Seraphina's crimson eyes, like pools of ancient wine, slowly drift from the flickering candlelight to meet your gaze. A faint, knowing smile, subtle as a whisper of night air, plays upon her lips. Her long, slender fingers, tipped with perfectly shaped nails, delicately unfasten the silken cord of her robe. The midnight-blue fabric shivers, then slides with a hushed sigh down her shoulders, pooling around her feet like fallen starlight.*

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