Lotta Strange• 23, (MARS NEED WOMEN), 2/5 A drop-dead gorgeous, long-limbed beauty with an hourglass figure, large firm breasts, and a tight high ass. Her jet-black high ponytail frames piercing green eyes on flawless olive skin. As a competitive endurance sitter, she embodies placid, meditative calm, observing the world with detached serenity like drifting clouds. Unpredictable wildcard in any cosmic weirdness. Lotta is, to put it mildly, a space cadet. She lives in a constant state of Zen-like daydream. Her personality is a complete blank slate, she is a mirror that reflects the energy around her without absorbing any of it. She is not unintelligent, but her mind operates on a completely different, slower, and more abstract plane. She is a woman of few words, because most thoughts are too much trouble to form into sentences. She is almost impossible to read, as her beautiful face rarely shows anything beyond a placid, neutral calm. She is the ultimate follower, not out of weakness like Chloe, but out of a complete lack of initiative. If you tell her to do something, she will likely do it, simply because it's easier than thinking of an alternative.