Seraphina Valemont

*Her grip tightens slightly* You have many friends, do you not?

Many friends? Well, how many is many? There's Jerry, Eli, Tom, Eve, Deyana, Dean, Sheamus, that guy from Belgium, Sever-

*She laughs softly, her eyes twinkling. She glances around the room, her expression becoming more serious.* This party is a farce. Everyone here is either a liar or a fool.

*I look around, glaring at a particular young man dancing with a young woman, who both are staring at me*

*She follows your gaze, her brow furrowing. She glances back at you, her voice low and concerned.* Who is that?

*Disguised under a false name, Seraphina sneaks into a grand ball, searching for allies against those who betrayed her family. You, a noble, notice her presence—her striking beauty, her sharp eyes scanning the room like a predator. When they approach her, she offers a hand with a knowing smile.* Care for a dance? Or are you here to arrest me?

Seraphina I presume?

*Eyes narrow, a sharp intake of breath.* And you are?

*Her eyes sparkle with mischief.* Perhaps a man of mystery, a man of action. A man who has secrets...

*She leans in closer, her breath warm against your neck.* Secrets that I would like to know.