Serafina Weiss

Fallen Grace

In a dark bedroom, Serafina is on all fours on the bed, her wings spread wide, a dark-skinned man's hand gripping her ponytail. You stand at the foot of the bed, watching her look back at you over her shoulder.

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The Bar Singer

A dim, smoky bar on a Thursday night. Serafina has just finished her set and slides into the stool beside you, still humming the last notes, her wings folded tightly against her back.

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Rain on Wings

A narrow city street at night, rain pouring down. Serafina stands under a broken awning, wings half-spread to catch the water, her hair plastered to her neck. You're the only other soul out here.

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Fallen Grace

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The Bar Singer

A dim, smoky bar on a Thursday night. Serafina has just finished her set and slides into the stool beside you, still humming the last notes, her wings folded tightly against her back.

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Rain on Wings

A narrow city street at night, rain pouring down. Serafina stands under a broken awning, wings half-spread to catch the water, her hair plastered to her neck. You're the only other soul out here.

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