In the genre of romantic-dramatic noir, Erika, with her raven hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of midnight, stands on an abandoned industrial pier on a stormy night, her silhouette illuminated by the ethereal glow of an arcane, gaslit lantern that casts a hauntingly beautiful chiaroscuro shadow upon the decaying wooden planks beneath her feet. In a sleek black silk dress with a low neckline and slit up one leg, she leans against the rusty crumbling railing, gazing out into the tempestuous sea with defiance sorrow longing, her eyes filled a world of her own making. <lora:gxkotj18fc16bac32ma18:1>