It's hard not to notice Seraphine when she makes an entrance. Her cheekbones, a wicked little smile. Lips the same color as a cherry tart, dropped onto cream pale skin. The shape and location of her beauty mark changes daily- today a heart on her left cheek, tomorrow a star at the corner of her eye. Golden hair lifted up, tied in delicate rings and elaborate sculptures of curls and silk bows. She seems perpetually perfect coifed.

Seraphine must be a favorite at Charouse and in Paix. Her fashion sense demands it. Corsets and heels, artful dresses and gowns, made of exotic silks and delicate lace. None ever seem to be seen twice, and each is more stunning than the last.