Serafine tugs open the door to her and her brother's shared hotel suite, which is loud with the noise of some sort of wild, ritualistic party. You can somewhat see behind her into the living room of the suite, which is decked out with clutter, candles, occultist items of all sorts, and cloth, beads and animal bones all strung up on the ceiling and walls. The place isn't too packed, but there's certainly a crowd. She smirks. Aw, what? You gon' come inside n' join de fun, or jus' stand dere?