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DnD_Sheila stands in a 1970s to 1990s Playboy centerfold, creamy bokeh, no camera in the frame, inside the same warm boudoir, the satin bed behind her and the low headboard gone soft in the falloff, a doorway of pale wood cutting the frame. She is a fair-skinned woman with a warm peach complexion that remains that color on her face, her chest, her stomach, and her arms, green eyes, short fiery orange hair loose to the collarbone, a little volume at the crown, hair not being touched. She stands in the doorway, weight on the left foot, the right foot a little back on the threshold, both feet in sheer stockings the warm brown of her card boots, heels low, both legs long in the stance. A deep purple jacket of the boudoir cut is held shut at the sternum and gaping, the violet lining turned out. The covering fails: both hands gather the jacket edges and still both breasts and both nipples stay visible in the open front, warm peach skin, small shadows under the bust from the room key, card-color cloth still on her shoulders and in her hands. Five fingers on the near hand higher at the lapel, five fingers on the far hand lower, neither hand entering the hair. Her face is a soft parted mouth, lips slightly open, both eyes open and matched. Her gaze is locked on the lens, catchlights from the practical lamp sitting in both green irises. Warm boudoir key from the room behind her and a gold rim along the doorway side of her hair, the jacket outer edge, and the near arm. The hall beyond the door is a cream blur. A lamp on the bureau is a round gold bokeh. The carpet under her stockings is the same muted rose as the bed skirt. The jacket buttons are undone and still sewn on, dark purple against the lining. Style lock once: standing Playboy photograph, hide fails, both nipples visible. One head, two arms, two hands, two legs, two feet, anatomy named once. Mouth softly parted. Both eyes open. The doorway is painted a pale wood tone, the molding simple, and she occupies the opening so the bed and the low headboard sit behind her left shoulder as a satin rectangle gone creamy. Weight on the left foot drops that hip a little, the right foot back on the threshold with the heel just lifted, both stockings a sheer brown that keeps the card's boot color without hiding the ankle. The jacket is held as if it might close and does not: the lapels bow outward, the violet lining a bright inner frame, and both nipples remain in the gap, level with the hands that fail to cover them. Soft parted mouth is only a small opening at the lips, no teeth on display, the expression quiet, both eyes open and locked to the lens with matched catchlights.