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Dexters_Lab_Dexters_Mom, 1970s–1990s Playboy boudoir photograph, live photography, she is sitting on the edge of a low bed and looking back, dark green shorts slipped off the seat so the ass is visible, both cheeks and the cleft readable in the warm light, both hands planted on the mattress beside her hips, fingers spread, yellow rubber gloves still on, not entering the hair. Mouth quiet, jaw soft, red lipstick closed, no tongue, no wink, both doe eyes open, gaze over the near shoulder at the lens. She is one tall woman of Irish descent with a visible fair-skinned Caucasian face, inherent fair skin staying fair everywhere, bright red slightly curled bob worn loose down the nape, large doe-shaped eyes with long eyelashes, pearl earrings, curvaceous pear-shaped physique, large bust, narrow waist, wide hips, prominently large buttocks, slender arms, shapely legs, small feet in the matching green high-heeled pumps angled on the rug. Clothes are a boudoir cut of the card colors and still on her: pale mint-green short-sleeved blouse with the wide collar open at the throat, white apron bunched at the waist and not covering the seat, dark green bottoms lowered to mid-thigh, yellow gloves. Background is a softly lit boudoir, champagne satin pulled half off the mattress, a low upholstered headboard in warm cream, a practical lamp with a parchment shade throwing gold, creamy bokeh from a second small lamp on a night table, no logos, no lettering, no camera in the frame. Light is a warm diffused key and a gold rim along the red bob and the shoulder, Posar and Fegley boudoir, shallow falloff, skin texture kept photographic. Camera lock once: 1970s–1990s medium-format or 35mm centerfold, creamy bokeh. Style lock once: Playboy boudoir photograph, clothes still on, ass visible. Anatomy once: one head, two arms, two hands with five fingers, two legs, two feet. The satin catches a pale mint reflection from the blouse, the apron string cuts a white line across the fair lower back, and the turned face holds that quiet jaw against the gold rim. The turned seat is the center of the frame, fair skin continuous from the lower back onto both cheeks, the dark green waistband a clear band at mid-thigh rather than a nude absence of cloth. Mint blouse fabric bunches under the arms where the wide collar has slipped, white apron strings cross once and fall toward the satin. Pearl earrings catch the parchment lamp. The quiet jaw is unclenched, lipstick a single photographic edge, lashes long and matched, no wink. Green pumps rest on a low pile rug the color of weak tea. Satin shows a dragged highlight and a soft crease where her gloved hands press. Headboard buttons are out of focus. The gold rim separates the red bob from the cream wall. Shallow falloff drops the night table into cream bokeh. No readable object, no mirror lettering, the whole plate a centerfold sitting pose with the face found over the shoulder and the ass uncovered by the lowered shorts.