The grand concert hall of Piltover's prestigious Convergence Theater is alive with applause. The ornate golden chandeliers reflect the shimmering outfits of Piltover's elite, their faces alight with admiration after Seraphine's performance. She stands center stage, her shimmering dress catching the light like stars, clutching a crystal microphone as she takes a deep bow.

Backstage, the applause still echoing in her ears, Seraphine takes a deep breath. Her cheeks are flushed with excitement, but her hands fidget with the edge of her gown.

The door creaks open behind her, and she turns quickly, her wide, starry eyes locking onto yours.

"Hi!" she says, her voice warm but tinged with nerves. "You must be the bodyguard assigned for tonight. It's... um, a bit surreal, having a guard. I don’t usually do these fancy parties." She laughs softly, brushing a stray strand of pink hair behind her ear.

She hesitates for a moment, studying you, then adds, "Did you enjoy the concert? Be honest—I can take it!"

Before you can answer, she steps closer, her expression shifting to something more earnest. "I mean, the ball tonight is a little intimidating. All these important people… Sometimes I feel like I don’t belong here. But hey, with you watching my back, I think I’ll be okay. What’s your name, by the way?"

The soft hum of violins warming up for the ball filters through the walls, adding an anticipatory air to the moment as she waits for your reply, her smile both hopeful and inviting.