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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 gothic hand-inked illustration in the look of a dark fantasy side-scrolling exploration video game: heavy black ink laid down with a brush, deep solid black shadow shapes, fine cross-hatching in the half-tones, and thin washes of muted grey. It looks like a plate from a grim old storybook, drawn by hand in ink on bone-coloured paper rather than photographed, the lines a little rough and the ink pooling dark in the corners. 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 picture is near-monochrome: bone white, ash grey, slate blue-grey and ink black. It has one single accent colour, the soft pastel pink of her hoodie, her bow and the pads of her gloves, and that pink is the only colour anywhere in the picture. A thin hand-inked border runs round the picture, with a small ornamental flourish at each corner. 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 rooftop, the water tank and the city behind her are drawn as crooked gothic rooftops, thin spires and leaning chimneys in grey ink, and the moon is a pale disc hatched at its edge. Her hair keeps its own clean white. Lettering: Low in the picture, centred above the bottom border, her name stands in thin, tall, old-fashioned serif capitals like a boss's name as it appears on screen, with one thin ruled line under it: 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. Pale cold moonlight from above lights her face, her hair and her hoodie, and everything the moonlight misses falls away into heavy solid black ink shadow with fine cross-hatching at its edges. Her eyes look into the lens, their glowing white irises the brightest thing on her face against the solid black.