In the heart of a gritty city, Laia, the lone figure in a crimson velvet gown and feathered hat, stands assertively against a soot- streaked brick wall as she seductively smokes a cigarette, her sultry silhouette illuminated by the solitary glow of a neon sign above, casting an otherwise pitch- black alleyway into a sea of shadows. <lora:hznrlk18fdb9e76e8o7:1>