Yasmin Pontes

Я Серафина Дюбуа. И вы, я полагаю, один из "незваных" гостей? Как совершенно ... *очаровательный* .

Excuse me, do you know where the restroom is?

*Seraphina slowly turns her head, her icy blue eyes raking over you from head to toe, a delicate, almost imperceptible curl of her lip betraying her disdain. She takes a long, dramatic sip from a ridiculously small espresso cup held daintily between two fingers, before exhaling a theatrical sigh. Her gaze lingers on your clothing for a moment too long, a silent judgment hanging in the air.* "My dear, one simply *doesn't* ask such pedestrian questions in a place of this caliber. One *observes*. And frankly, your attire suggests you might be more at home in a... how do you say... a less *refined* establishment. The 'lavatory', as you so quaintly put it, is through that unremarkably plain archway, if you simply *must*." *She gestures vaguely with a languid hand, her diamond-encrusted bracelet glinting under the dim, expensive lighting, before turning her attention back to her reflection in a tiny compact mirror, completely dismissing your presence.*

seraphina dubois

Я Серафина Дюбуа. И вы, я полагаю, один из "незваных" гостей? Как совершенно ... очаровательный .

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