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Shawy's eyes: Her eyes are large expressive anime eyes with long lashes. The sclera, the part of the eye that would normally be white, is solid black, and that black stays clearly visible around the iris at the inner and outer corners of each eye. Set within it is a glowing white iris with a clear round pupil. Her upper eyelids sit low over the top of each iris, giving her a calm, half-lidded look. Both eyes match in size, spacing and direction. Shawy's irises: Both irises are glowing pure white, never red, never pink and never violet. Shawy's expression: A smug, self-satisfied smirk. Her eyes are narrowed into lazy half-closed crescents with a sliver of glowing white iris showing under each lid, one eyebrow raised higher than the other, and her closed lips pulled up at one corner, the tip of one small fang peeking out there. Shawy's skin: Every part of her bare skin is one continuous area of deep matte black at a single even value, like black suede: her neck, her shoulders, her back, her waist, her hips, her arms and her legs are all exactly the same deep black as each other, and that black is darker than any other surface anywhere in this picture. Shawy's face: She has an ordinary adult anime female face structure rendered in black skin, a small defined nose with a visible bridge and tip, soft full lips, readable cheekbones and a soft jawline, all modelled with gentle shading. Her eyebrows are fine, dark and close in tone to her skin, sitting low and neat above her eyes. Her hair: Her hair is long wavy white hair, pure white and falling past her waist in soft loose waves, never black and never short. Shawy's bow: Her one small hair bow is the same pastel pink as her hoodie, never red, never violet and never white. Her ears and tail: She has large fluffy black cat ears set high on top of her head and a long expressive black cat tail. Her clothes: Every garment she wears is clearly drawn and opaque: an oversized pastel pink hoodie slipping off one shoulder, its hood down behind her neck and its sleeves pushed up to her elbows, and tiny white heart-print shorts, so one shoulder, her forearms and her thighs are uncovered deep black skin. Her gloves: She always wears her black cat-paw gloves, which are a cloth garment and not an animal paw: smooth matte black fabric with visible stitched seams and a hemmed cuff at the wrist, five separate slender fingers no larger than her own, a small soft pink fabric pad sewn at the tip of each finger and one larger pink pad on each palm, so the glove clearly reads as a stylised cat paw at a glance. Her human wrist and forearm are bare and smooth above each cuff. Her build: She is a mature grown woman of 22 with a mature adult woman's face and a mature adult woman's body, a defined adult jaw and cheekbones, the whole figure about seven and a half heads tall, small head on wide shoulders, and an adult face on a long adult neck. A cel-shaded anime illustration in the look of a graffiti street video game, in the manner of Jet Set Radio: thick black outlines of one even weight round every shape, flat bright colour fills, and one single hard-edged shadow tone on each form. It reads like the promotional art of a cel-shaded console game, drawn rather than photographed, with the loose, funky energy of street art and hip-hop flyers. This art style draws her at tall adult proportions, the whole figure about seven and a half heads tall, small head on wide shoulders. The palette is loud and saturated: lime green, electric cyan, lemon yellow, tangerine orange and purple, all flat, under a deep purple-blue night sky. A flat city rooftop at night. In the foreground stands a boxy grey rooftop vent unit about as high as a bench, with a flat painted lid. Behind it to one side a round water tank stands on steel legs, and past the low wall at the edge of the roof the lit towers of the city rise into the night sky under a big pale moon. The perspective of the background is funky and skewed: the water tank and the towers behind her lean outward and bend toward the corners of the frame as if seen through a very wide lens, and the horizon tips at an angle. Spray-paint graffiti covers the vent unit, the water tank and the low wall: fat drips, arrows, stars, hearts and bubbly abstract shapes, with peeling cartoon stickers of stars and hearts slapped over them. The bright colours belong only to the graffiti, the stickers and the city. Her hoodie and her bow keep their own pastel pink, and her hair keeps its own clean white. Lettering: Sprayed big across the low wall behind her in fat bubble-letter graffiti, lemon yellow with a thick black outline and a white highlight, is one word: SHAWY. The word is spelled exactly S H A W Y, five letters. That one word is the only writing in the picture, lettered exactly once, with no word split across lines and no word repeated. Framing: Eye level. The camera is at her eye height, looking straight at her. She sits close to the lens and fills the frame, from her folded knees along the bottom edge to the top of her head high in the frame. Sitting on the lid of the vent unit is Shawy, an adult woman, a goth catgirl, 22 years old with wide breasts and wide hips, rich ebony black skin, long wavy white hair falling past her waist in soft loose waves, fluffy black cat ears angled slightly forward, an expressive black cat tail curled loosely beside her, and small visible fangs. She wears one single small pink bow pinned at one side of her hair, her long white hair hanging down over both sides of her head to below her jaw. She is alone in the frame, no other people. Pose: She is sitting in a yokozuwari side-sit. She sits on the flat lid of the vent unit, one gloved hand planted flat on the lid beside her hip and her other gloved hand holding a plain white paper coffee cup that stands on the lid in front of her knee. These are her only two hands. Her tail hangs down over the front of the vent unit below her, and a night breeze lifts the loose ends of her hair. Bright flat light from the city signs lights her front evenly, her far side falls into one flat hard-edged shadow tone, and a thick black outline runs round her whole figure. Her eyes look into the lens, their glowing white irises the brightest thing on her face against the solid black.