Lucca Alvera sat on a lone rocking chair on her front porch. It overlooked the dusty road that lead directly into the town square. She heaved a sigh. Not a single customer yetâ€¦but the town seemed to be absolutely buzzing with activity. Her hands were waving a black and red fan in front of her face to cool herself down. Sometimes the whether was too much for her. Other times it was done out of habit. At this moment it was just habit. It was not often that the town received visitors. Normally she would jump to introduce herself. But in good time they would come to herâ€¦.they always did.<br/><br/>She was an actress in bed. Most men came to her for the late night fun she did. However it was mid afternoon and any of that fun seemed to be pushed away. Her feet were glues to the hardwood on her porch. In the back ground she could hear the echoes of the horseâ€™s neighing. It was a sweet sound to her. She chose to reside in this town because it was the best place to practice her magical ability. This was in her terms the most comfortable place for her. Not only that but she had the liberty to make her own money with her magic, and appearance. Instead of having to rely on a man. She was good with using them but not so much with living with them. She rocked her chair back and forth. Her body was a masterpiece to young men, and her attitude is iffy. One day she could be kind, the next she could be really mean.