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A Chinese historical costume-drama still, shot like a TV series frame with warm oil-lamp lighting, rich saturated colors and soft film grain, from a medium camera distance at eye level. Seated in the center on a broad lacquered chair, a fat, lecherous middle-aged warlord with a round bloated face, double chin, thick black beard and mustache, small squinting eyes and a lewd, lustful grin, wearing dark brocade robes with wide sleeves and a black official headdress; his robe is thrown open at the front, baring his huge round belly, sparse black chest hair scattered around his nipples, a gold-and-jade belt slung loose beneath his belly and a heavy jade pendant;He held a PM hitachi magic wand vibrator in his right hand, with the vibrator connected to an electrical wire, and pressed the gray tip of the vibrator against the woman's breast. His left arm was around the woman's waist, and he leaned back lazily, his thick fingers groping her buttocks, his bulging belly pressed tightly against her, Settled on his lap. a stunningly beautiful young woman with a heart-shaped face, delicate arched brows, almond eyes and red lips, her black hair piled into an elaborate updo with gold hairpins and dangling pearl ornaments; she wears a sheer peach-pink silk robe over a low-cut inner dress that has slipped down, exposing one soft breast and the curve of her bosom, the other breast still half-covered by the loosened silk; she holds a wine jug and leans into the warlord's chest, her head tilted, expression demure and resigned. Far across the room by an open lattice window, a tall, powerful warrior in his late 20s stands rigid with fury, broad-shouldered, tall and straight-backed, armored in polished, richly engraved scale armor with gilded fittings over a red robe, a high ornate headdress with two long pheasant-tail feathers rising above it, a sword hanging at his waist; his handsome face is tight with anger, brows knitted, jaw clenched, fists white-knuckled at his sides, glaring at the couple but not daring to speak. The banquet hall around them: dark wooden pillars, silk curtains, glowing bronze oil lamps, low tables with wine vessels and fruit, a hazy night view through the window behind the warrior; warm lantern light falls on the couple in the foreground while the warrior by the window stays slightly dimmer, the whole frame composed like a dramatic period television scene.