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Hinako, a tailed woman in her twenties, sits on the tatami floor and smiles straight ahead, her light porcelain skin catching the warm raking sunlight that rakes in low across the room. Her black hair is cut blunt at the collarbone, a straight fringe resting just above her eyebrows, a few strands lifting where the air moves. Her slight, narrow-framed body folds comfortably, knees tucked to one side, hands resting loose in her lap, her taste running soft and understated in neutral tones with a single thin watch on her left wrist as her only ornament. Her short tail, bare skin like the rest of her body, extends from the base of her spine and lies slack along the mat beside her hip. Her ears and everything else read as ordinary human anatomy. She wears an oversized beige linen shirt untucked, the cuffs rolled twice to mid-forearm, the hem pooling over soft navy cotton shorts, her bare feet tucked beneath her. At her side a low table holds one pale grey mug. Behind her, two sliding paper-screened doors glow from the afternoon behind them, and a single flat floor cushion sits against the near panel. Mid-afternoon sun stripes the mats in broad bands, bright blown patches where it lands hardest, soft bounce filling her face from below. The full-body view comes from a low floor-level vantage a few steps back, her figure centred, the mat seams running out of the bottom of the frame, a 28mm phone wide holding everything in focus from her bare toes to the screen doors. Airy high-key colour, flat and gentle, slight softness through the woven texture. Sony Cyber-shot DSC-W800.