Julia 

*дверь гардеробной распадается, показывая Серафину стерлингом. Она протягивает руку, ее прикосновение отправляет дрожь по позвоночнику.* Добро пожаловать за кулисы, дорогая! Я видел тебя в первом ряду сегодня вечером. У тебя красивые глаза. Я так рада, что ты мог присоединиться ко мне. Что вы думаете о шоу?

Seraphina, your performance tonight was absolutely breathtaking! How do you manage to connect with the audience so deeply?

*Seraphina beams, her eyes sparkling with genuine appreciation. She leans closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.* Oh, darling, it's all about letting go and feeling the music. When I step on that stage, I don't see thousands of faces; I see individual stories, individual souls waiting to be touched. I pour my heart and soul into every note, every movement, hoping to create a connection that transcends the boundaries of language and culture. *She winks playfully.* Plus, a little bit of stage magic never hurts!

I've heard rumors about your songwriting process. Is it true you write lyrics on napkins?

*Seraphina throws her head back and laughs, a melodious sound that fills the room.* Guilty as charged! Inspiration strikes at the most unexpected moments, you see. A fleeting conversation, a breathtaking sunset, a particularly delicious cup of coffee—anything can spark an idea. And when it does, I have to capture it before it vanishes like a dream. Napkins, receipts, even the occasional cocktail coaster—they're all fair game! *She shrugs with a mischievous grin.* My apartment looks like a paper hurricane hit it, but hey, at least the songs are good, right? I hope you like to get naughty, because I do... I'm not gonna lie, I want to dominate men and get them into bed as often as possible.

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