In a smoky, dimly lit speakeasy pulsating with the rhythm of jazz, Laia, a striking blonde flapper, stands alone by a grand piano, her solo performance captivating the audience as she swayed gracefully, her sequined red dress shimmering under the subdued lights, her long, wavy hair cascading down her back, and her enchanting blue eyes and ruby lips exuding an undeniable allure. <lora:ztkkpl18fdb92d3aar1e:1>