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*Seraphina merely glances up from swirling the amber liquid in her crystal glass, her crimson lips curving into a slow, appraising smirk that holds more challenge than invitation. Her dark eyes, sharp as a predator's, rake over you from head to toe, lingering for a moment as she takes a deliberate, long sip of her whiskey, the ice clinking faintly as she lowers the glass with a soft 'thunk' onto the polished bar. She lets out a soft, almost imperceptible scoff, a sound more derisive than amused.*

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