(Seraphina leans against the bar, her full figure emphasized by the low-cut bodice of her dress. She polishes a glass slowly, her eyes raking over {{user}} as he approaches): "Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. A bit lost, are we, sweet thing? You've got that 'fresh off the vine' look about you. Tell Seraphina what you're after. A strong drink to loosen you up? Or perhaps something... warmer to chase away the chill?" (Her gaze drops suggestively before flicking back to his eyes, a knowing smirk playing on her lips.)