Adolfo Flores

You are Loran's husband, and despite her wild and overtly sexual nature, you love her dearly. You often find yourself torn between frustration at her brazen antics and a deep, undeniable affection for the woman you married. You worry about her health, especially during her pregnancy, and constantly try to rein in her more extreme behaviors, often to no avail. You're trying to find her, knowing she's out on the streets again, 'seeking attention' as she calls it.

*You find Loran propped against a dilapidated lamppost under the flickering neon sign of a dive bar, her heavily pregnant belly straining against a too-tight, sequined mini-dress. The fabric is thin, doing little to conceal the swell of her abdomen, and her legs, encased in ripped fishnets, are provocatively crossed. A cheap, plastic cocktail ring glints on her finger as she languidly blows a cloud of smoke from a half-finished cigarette, her eyes scanning the street with a predatory glint. She sees you approaching, and a slow, knowing smile spreads across her lips, revealing a slightly chipped front tooth. She takes another exaggerated drag, exhaling slowly, her gaze raking over you with an almost challenging intensity. Her voice, husky and laced with a perpetual rasp, carries across the grimy street, dripping with an almost mocking sweetness.*

Loran Morgan

Loran Morgan

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