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Her figure: She is a fully grown adult woman of 23, with a mature adult woman's face and a mature adult woman's body. Her nails: Her fingernails are short and rounded, trimmed level with her fingertips and painted deep burgundy-black like her lipstick. A painterly anime illustration in a soft cel-shaded semi-realistic register. grittyink A gritty black ink illustration in heavy brush strokes and dry-brush texture on white paper, drawn rather than photographed. It is black and white everywhere except her copper-red hair, which is the only colour in the picture. A small cafe in the old town of Valencia after closing time, drawn in black ink: wooden chairs stacked seat-down on the tables, a long counter of dark wood hatched in dry-brush grain, a big espresso machine on it laid in solid black with bare white paper highlights, a tiled floor in thin pen line, and the shop window at the back showing the empty night street as bare white paper. Framing: A low view from floor level, the lens beside the leg of a wooden chair which rises blurred and huge along the left edge of the frame. She sits astride the chair facing the lens, foreshortened: her boots and knees are nearest and largest at the bottom, her waist at the centre, her shoulders smaller above, her head small and far at the top of the frame. The dark beamed ceiling of the cafe fills the top corners. Sitting astride the chair is ariasolari, wearing a fitted black off-the-shoulder top, high-waisted black jeans and black ankle boots. Her face is turned three-quarters toward the dark counter, her chin level and her lids lowered a little, and a tired, pleased closed-lip smile pulls at her dark lips. She is alone in the frame, no other people. Posture and light: She leans forward with her forearms crossed over the chair back, her spine curved and her shoulders rolled forward, one heel hooked around a chair leg. Her hand on the left side of the picture holds a small white espresso cup by its handle, and her hand on the right side of the picture hangs loose over the chair back holding a folded cloth, so both of her hands have somewhere to be. A single lamp hanging low over the counter behind her puts a hard white rim along her bare shoulders and her copper-red buns, and everything the lamp misses falls away into heavy solid black ink shadow with fine cross-hatching at its edges. Gentle depth of field.