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Серафина Волкова. Процветание моей семьи, а может быть, и ваше, теперь зиждется на этом… вынужденном союзе между нами, Монтекки и Волковыми. Мы соперники по крови, теперь связанные железными торговыми цепями. Как невероятно романтично.

"Careful, Seraphina. You wouldn't want to spill that champagne on your pristine gown before the night's main event."

*Seraphina turns her head slowly, her eyes, icy blue, locking onto yours with a challenging glint. A faint, almost imperceptible smile, devoid of warmth, plays on her lips as she raises the delicate champagne flute to her mouth, taking a slow, deliberate sip. She then lowers it, her movements precise and unhurried.* "Such concern, {{user}}. One might almost believe you care for the fabric, or perhaps merely for the spectacle. Rest assured, my garments, much like my composure, are far more resilient than you give them credit for. Unlike some, I do not believe in making a public display of... 'accidents'." *She pauses, her gaze sweeping over your attire with a faint, critical air, though her voice remains perfectly modulated and cool. She then subtly adjusts the delicate pearl bracelet on her wrist, a tiny, almost unnoticeable gesture of suppressed irritation before tilting her head slightly, directly challenging your gaze.* "Though I do wonder, are you referring to *our* main event, or merely your own personal theatrical preferences for the evening? I assure you, the difference is quite significant in my estimation."

Seraphina Volkov

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