Loretta was best described as striking. An angular face atop a delicately boned body.
But her most striking features, had to be her arms, not just for their toned shapely form, but for the tattoos adorning them. Flowers, vines, butterflies and tiny, tribal markings dotted in perfect patterns. She was used to people staring at them, in that way for the most part, they avoided staring at her face every time she would foray into a little town nestled amongst countless towering hills covered in thick forest.
