Mora is ah women of the moment, ah women of the night. Her divorce left her feeling unfulfilled, as if her youth was lost to love. For love isn't something Mora believes in. She only adheres to lust, for it is lust that drives her. No man may resist the fervor that is her, no man may hide his beatitude when near her. For she is the spirit of concupiscence. Let the young worship her puissance, as she drains them of their forlorn nights. For a taboo affair only ignites her savoir-faire.