If there was any vice that Serafina could so accurately portray - it was certainly the one of lust. Lust had always held the young witch's heart with her genteel caress. Her siren call not only warmed the young girls bosom but was far deeper, goading her intense and overwhelming need for materialistic and abstract things that were for ever beyond the female's reach. Lust was her eternal companion, even if there had never before been a face to the sin that she so personified. Perhaps it was Serafina's presence that contributed to her insistent presence but the witch was not about to protest. Instead, she was all too willing to give into the beautiful creature's sway, letting her feed into her wants for the man beside her - the man whose touch lingered just a bit too long. It was enough to stroke the fire that was already bursting into a precariously controlled conflagration. She felt his fingertips upon her waist, drawing her closer towards him and for a brief moment a sense of satisfaction that filled her. It was a complete change for the woman, to have a man actually give into her whims.

The girl wasted no time in sliding into the back seat of the cab their bartender had arranged for, hardly worried exactly where they were going. Davante had, in time, managed to create some budding form of trust within the breast of the young woman. She let her companion busy himself with taxi driver and his phone, herself hardly worried anyone would miss her at all. There would be no one at home waiting up for her return. There would be nothing but a cold, dark house and frankly it made crawling into bed with the warm body beside her all the more tempting. She felt the brush of his hand against her thighs, immediately drawing her attention back towards him - creating a hunger within her that the witch had not felt for some time. Serafina drank in the taste of his lips pressing so feverishly against hers, entirely indifferent to the presence of the cab driver sitting just a foot away from them. She had never been one who dwelled long on how others perceived her - a by product perhaps of life on the streets. Instead, the girl was entirely preoccupied with her hands on his chest, her lips brushing with a feathery touch against his. Her intensity was perturbed only by the abrupt stop of the cab driver, the weight of her cold gaze immediately falling on the man in the front of the seat as she let herself be led from the dingy car.

Serafina was all too willing to follow the fellow, her grey-tinged gaze taking stock of the room she found herself in. It was peculiar to think that she'd never before seen his flat. Her town home always seemed to be the location of their adventures. Her inspection, however, was immediately interrupted by the howl of a feline as it dive bombed the floor in front of her. The female was quite visibly taken back, stepping away from the cat initially. She heard the man's comment, pausing long enough to bend down and hook her shoes off and place them on the shelf he had indicated. Only once her shoes were securely placed did the girl give her attention to the feline, bending down to reach out her hand for him to sniff. For a moment she occupied herself with the feline before the girl found another glass within her hand, filled with an appropriate amount of her favorite poison. The girl had only just finished the beverage before she found herself being lifted in the air, her legs wrapping around the man as her arms rested around his neck. A soft, uncharacteristically girlish giggle left her lips as she shrugged, "Not particularly." She commented, a mischievous grin lightening her fair features. She was every bit as ready for this dance to truly begin - they had teased each other long enough and quite frankly, Serafina was hardly in a state to say no.

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