It was peculiar, the figure that stared back at her within the depths of the mirror before her. Although dresses themselves were hardly atypical to the woman, she had never purchased and wore a cocktail dress quite of this caliber before. Her stormy-grey gaze trailed down the folds of the ivory dress as it gathered neatly around her legs, the look almost....vintage. Almost. The top half all but ruined the antique style, her neckline plunging down to just above her navel, showing the very edges of her breasts in that large 'v' shape upon her chest. Her left hip and right shoulder were adorned with a collection of ebony flowers, the color alone a stark contrast to the white of the gown. Her head tilted to the side, her ebony locks shifting as she eyed herself for a moment longer. It was disappointing, really, that Azrael was busy with work this afternoon. Perhaps she might venture to surprise him with a visit after her tea party with Brennan if only to see the look that might adorn his face. Though, admittedly, perhaps a part of the woman was looking forward to teasing the warlock just as she was her Dark Hunter boyfriend. A small simper flickered across her features as she turned away from the mirror, the fabric of her dress swishing around her as she moved towards her closet to fetch her heels, the strappy black fabric rimmed with a delicate gold hue. "Perfect." She muttered to herself softly, a final glimpse given towards herself before she moved towards the stairs.
Serafina paused within her dining room, scooping a square box off the table before maneuvering through the room, her heels clicking upon the wooden floors as she grabbed a jacket off the coat rack. Though their winter had been particularly...mild, it was still cold, particularly with her legs on display in such a manner. Serafina drew the black fur shawl closer towards her frame as she stepped out into the nippy afternoon air, much preferring her vehicle then the walk to the wealthier side of town. The address that Brennan had given her certainly matched the affluence of the Monarch that the roguish man had claimed they would be visiting with today. At the very least, she was dressed properly for such a venture should his information prove true, even despite Brennan's own reservations on believing his companion's story of being King. It was a curious tale, even Serafina had to admit, after all, there was only one member of royalty residing in their bustling metropolis. It hardly took her long to arrive within the Northern neighborhood, her stormy gaze traced the facade of those magnificent buildings in an almost wistful fashion. How nice it must be to hold such wealth and grandeur! It was the very life she had one day hoped to carve for herself, as impractical and unlikely as it might have been. Such considerations, however, were cut off as the young woman pulled over towards that designated 'guest' parking. Of course, this neighborhood would be fancy enough to ensure 'guests' didn't litter the sides of their well cared for streets.
Her heels clicked upon the sidewalk, that vehicle left behind in the comfort of those parallel lines while she was doomed to walk the cold streets in heels far too high for such a stroll in the first place. A soft sigh left her sweetheart lips and yet, it became strikingly clear as she continued down the street, that any concern she might have had regarding finding that home was entirely unwarranted. After all, it was the only one fully gated with guards posted around the exterior. Her eyebrow rose, her very gait slowed as her gaze fell upon the particularly sharp warlock. The grey suit she had chosen for him the previous week looked far better then even Serafina had anticipated on his figure. For a moment, the young was content to merely pause, her eyes all but rooving the length of his body as Brennan held some conversation filled with gesturing with the man at the gate. A small glimpse of amusement crossed her features as her head shook ever so slightly. She moved closer towards him, her heels surely giving her away even as she uttered in an almost singsong fashion. "Brennan, I don't think he was lying." The security was, after all, exactly the sort she anticipated to find when royalty was.
That ebony shawl was clutched close to her figure, hiding just the amount of skin shown upon the top of the gown. It was only as she shifted to pluck from her purse that package she had for him that even a glimpse was offered of the dress beneath it. Serafina could hardly deny that look of satisfaction upon her features as she presented the perfectly wrapped box, complete with a bow, to her roguish pirate, even if he looked far from it at the present moment. "A gift, for you and....what was his name again? Bucky?" A scowl crossed her features before Serafina simply waved off her lack of memory of the peculiar creature Brennan had become so attached to. It was his own affection for the hellhound that had left Serafina incapable of simply leaving it in the forest, that and the almost pathetic sounds that had left its mouth when Brennan had left it to guard that demonic portal. Admittedly, she was still hesitant about its existence but, she was....sort of trying. It had graduated from an 'it' to a 'he' at the very least. The bespelled collar nestled within the box, however, would at least succeed in giving him the very appearance of a normal dog. It was a step in the right direction, as far as she was concerned. "Now then, shall we see about this King and that book of yours?" She inquired, gesturing ahead of her towards the gates that stood oh so imposingly before them. He...did have a way to get in...right?