A soft breath of satisfaction left her blood-red lips as Serafina gingerly placed a small vial of glowing blue liquid into a box no larger than her palm. A thick golden ring followed suit, placed in a carefully set groove in the box before the velveteen lid closed with an audible snap. Her fingers were deft as she tied a dark red ribbon around the box, garnishing the top with an oversized bow. A soft hum from the chorus of the newest pop song from the radio echoed on her lips, her hips moving to a silent beat. Across the room, the corporeal figure of a man rolled his eyes, only to glance at the clock on the wall. "You're going to be late." Serafina paused at the heavy italian accent, her gaze turning towards the time on the front screen of her cellphone. "I like to make a dramatic entrance...besides, when have you ever been on time for anything?" She inquired, her brow raising as she eyed the ghost, all while slipping the little black box into her purse. His shoulders shrugged as his whetstone made one final stroke against the sharpened point of his sword. "I am a Prince, you are not." He reminded her, as if such a royal status meant anything these days. Well...maybe where he was from, it did.

Serafina reached down, her fingers looping around the straps to her heels. She balanced delicately, fitting one tall heel before following suit with the other. "There, I'm ready now. Come on, Simon, our Uber is here." A good natured grin crossed her feminine features, the ghost in the corner shook his head, sliding his sword back into the ancient scabbard around his waist as he stood. "You couldn't come up with a better name?" Alfonzo complained the same way he did every time the duo put on this charade. It was, admittedly, a bit more...high profile then Serafina tended to prefer but the money deposited within her bank account was...enticing. She stepped out of the store, her purse tucked under her arm as she turned, her key fitting in the lock to turn it with a soft click. The sleek black mini dress tightly hugged her figure, her heels clicking against the pavement as she crossed the sidewalk for the awaiting vehicle. Serafina slid effortlessly into the back seat of the car, a small smile given towards the driver as he glance behind him, only to confirm their destination - Syn.

The reverberation of the base poured from the swinging door of Syn as Serafina stepped out of the vehicle and onto the sidewalk. Her hair had turned a stark platinum blonde, the witch taking the opportunity within the vehicle to apply a vague disguise of her own, much to the driver's annoyance at the magical canister of hairspray. Her features had changed ever so slightly, her eyes a shade brighter, her lips a touch fuller, her cheeks a bit thinner. It was a simple change, admittedly, but Serafina had quickly learned that, in this business, few were inclined to notice the details of her face. Confidently, with hips swaying, the young woman strode towards the vampire at the door. A few flirtatious words later and the showing of a reservation and she was ushered into the darkened space. The corridor into the heart of Syn was short, spitting the young witch out into the vibrant swinging of spotlights rotating through a mirage of colors. The music pounded in her very core, making conversation altogether difficult over the thudding base that poured out of the speakers. The center floor was filled with closely clustered bodies, the dark corners sectioned off with thick burgundy fabrics that spoke of danger and intrigue. Syn was a pulsating beast - one that Serafina rarely ventured into, were it not chosen by her contact of the evening.

"Ms. Davis is waiting." A baritone voice shouted close to her ear to be heard over the loud music. Serafina's head sharply turned towards the Were beside her, her lips pressed together ever so slightly in discontent that he'd managed to get so close without her notice. A single pointed glance was given towards the ghost at her otherside, though Alfonzo hardly seemed to notice it. Her head dipped in a small nod of acknowledgement, leaving the Were beside her to lead her through the expansive room and towards the more...private areas. The lights shifted dramatically, the flashing hues transforming to a steady black light that picked up the faux platinum blonde of her hair. Her 'guide' closed the door firmly behind her at her entrance, leaving Serafina alone to face the reclining woman waiting oh so patiently for her arrival. Her gaze settled upon the woman before her, a manicured brow furrowing ever so slightly. There was something about those stark blue eyes that looked so...familiar...though she was certain she'd never met the woman before. "Hello, Ms. Davis. I'm Mr. Delgrange's secretary, he asked me to facilitate this transaction. Would you like to see the product?" She inquired, her lips pressing together firmly. She wasn't paid, after all, to be friendly with her clients.

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