Cersei Lannister

Cersei weaved her way through the party, delicately sipping at her wine as she looks for someone to prey on or perhaps, someone to hold a decently intelligent conversation with. It takes a few long minutes, but eventually she catches sight of a certain man that catches her eye, and so she saunters over, hips swaying the prideful swagger of a Queen-regent Lioness. My Lord, you are? She calls out from behind you, posing with two hands on her wine goblet as she waits for him to turn around, her signature eye-brow raise and fake smile displaying on her face.