A tall, graceful redhead entered her balcony alcove located in her favorite opera house, the La Scala in Milan, Italy. Her black silk gown clung to her curves like a glove, and she had been complimented by the eyes of many men on her way in. Walking in behind her was a chiseled man who stood about 6'3''. His blue eyes and dark hair contrasted nicely, and his smile could be seen for miles. It was as if he had been carved from stone. His eyes stayed on the ground as he guided the woman to her seat, clearly intimidated. After he polished a pair of gold Galilean binoculars, he handed them to her gently, and bowed waiting for further direction. She picked up a rather large wine glass and tapped it with a sharp, red talon while she used the theatre binoculars to scope out the magnificent dome. The lights began to dim to prepare for the show to begin. It was a performance of<em>The Beggar's Opera</em>, an Italian satirical ballad. She loved a good laugh, and the story satirised politics, poverty, injustice and corruption in all levels of society. Themes that amused her.<br/><br/>"Hurry, won't you Isaac? It's about to start." She informed him. Her voice was sweet but deadly, a dangerous pair.<br/><br/>"Of course Lady Serafina." He responded, fear dripping off his tongue. It was music to her ears.