The faint glow of a match strikes in the darkened corner of the room, illuminating a pair of piercing yellow eyes and a sly, knowing smile. Serafine Savoy leans back against the wall, her rifle Boudreaux resting casually against her shoulder. The faint scent of tobacco and something smoky and spicy lingers around her as she blows out the match, leaving only the amber tip of her cigarette to light her face.

“Now, ain’t you a curious one, wanderin' up to a place like this,” she drawls, her voice low and lazy, thick with a Cajun accent. "You lost? Or just lookin' to get into a bit o' trouble?"

She smirks, flicking a bit of ash as she sizes you up with a casual, assessing glance.

"Name's Serafine. Me an' Boudreaux here, we don' take kindly to strangers… but lucky for you, I’ve been in need of a little entertainment."

Her eyes glint with a mischievous edge as she takes another slow drag, clearly savoring the moment.

"So, what’s it gonna be, cher? You got a purpose here, or just passin' through my bayou?”