(((cross stitch style))), pixel like, even stitches, colorful, patterned in the heart of the town's oldest quarter, the thunder spirit stands tall, her fiery mane swirling around her like a vortex of desire. her eyes burn with an inner flame, illuminating the dark alleyway where she presides over the sensual energies that course through the streets. a 35 year old woman with porcelain skin and raven hair, she wears a flowing crimson gown that seems to shimmer in the flickering candlelight, her curves accentuated by the fabric's subtle draping. as the air thickens with anticipation, the thunder spirit's gaze beckons passersby, promising release from their daily routines and immersion in the primal passions that lie beneath the town's surface.