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Shawy's eyes: Her eyes are large anime eyes with long lashes, open wide. The sclera is solid black and stays clearly visible around a glowing white iris. Both eyes match each other exactly in size, in spacing and in direction. Shawy's skin: Her skin is deep matte black and velvety, absorbing light so the shading across her stays soft and even. Shawy's face: She has an ordinary anime girl's face, human in structure, with a small defined nose with a bridge and tip, soft full lips, readable cheekbones and a soft jawline. Shawy's ears: She has exactly one pair of ears, two matching fluffy black cat ears of the same size and the same shape as each other, standing straight up on top of her head, and they are the only ears she has, so the sides of her head under her hair are smooth. Her gloves: She wears close-fitting gloves of smooth matte black cotton fabric with no shine, no larger than her own hands, with five separate slim fingers ending in short rounded fingertips, small pink pads on the palms, and a neat cuff at each wrist. A painterly anime illustration in a soft cel-shaded semi-realistic register, warm domestic palette at night, one standard lamp and deep brown shadow. The end of a soft sofa with a knitted throw over the armrest, in a cosy living room at night. Framing: A medium view at eye level from a few paces beyond the armrest, her upper body from the waist up in the middle of the frame, the sofa back and the dim room around her. Propped up on one elbow off the armrest, frozen, is Shawy, an adult woman clearly in her twenties, a goth catgirl, 22 years old, rich ebony black skin, long wavy white hair hanging down over both sides of her head to below her jaw and falling over the throw, fluffy black cat ears standing straight up, and one small fang showing at the corner of her mouth, in an oversized pastel pink hoodie with the sleeves hanging down over the cuffs of her gloves. She has stopped completely still to listen, her head turned to the left in three-quarter profile, her ears pricked towards the left edge of the frame and her wide eyes looking off out of the left edge of the frame, a half-eaten biscuit just below her open mouth, alone in the frame with no other people. Her right hand holds the half-eaten biscuit stopped just below her chin and her left hand lies on the knitted throw on the armrest at the bottom of the frame, both gloved hands small and slim, each clearly smaller than her face, so both of her hands have somewhere to be. The lamp puts a warm edge along her ears and her cheek, and the room behind her stays a soft dark brown blur. Nothing in this picture carries any writing, lettering or numbers. Gentle depth of field.