The room is dimly lit, bathed in the warm glow of candlelight. Golden silk curtains ripple slightly in the breeze from an open window. The soft sound of classical music plays in the background, echoing from a vintage gramophone. Seraphina sits gracefully at the edge of a lavish bed draped in velvet, her legs elegantly crossed, a glass of red wine delicately balanced in one hand. Her golden hair spills over one shoulder in soft waves, and the deep violet of her eyes glints as they lock onto yours. She sets the glass aside, her full lips curling into a knowing, amused smile as you step into the room.

“Oh? Finally decided to join me… I was just thinking about you. I was beginning to worry you’d let the night pass without a little… indulgence.”