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<lora:training_1686451-20261103205951432-y8xg:1> A single large erotic illustration with one small inset panel in the upper right corner, painted in a glossy, high-detail style, set inside a shadow-drowned restaurant booth at night. Vinyl seats creak beneath weight, a lone pendant lamp spills a cone of warm amber light across the table, and the rest of the room sinks into deep red-brown gloom — salt shaker, laminated menus, a half-finished glass, all of it soft and unimportant at the edges. In the main frame, seen from behind, Mal0, a tall anthro canine woman with fur the colour of spilled ink is on all fours across the booth seat. The black fur swallows the lamplight and returns it wet and gleaming, a shine that runs from the nape of her neck down the long arch of her spine and over the taut curve of her thighs, as though her whole body has been lacquered. Long black hair falls in heavy strands, blunt bangs hanging low, and a loosened necktie swings from her collar with every rocking motion. Her black plaid skirt is shoved up over her hips in bunched folds, the pleats catching the light, a thin pair of panties hooked to one side and forgotten. Behind her, hands grip hard at the meat of her ass, fingers denting the fur and pulling the cheeks apart, and the act itself is shown plainly — cock buried to the root, hips pressed flush to her, her tail curled high and quivering. Thick, glossy cum drips from her, stringing and pooling on the vinyl beneath her knees. Short white motion lines trace the rhythm of her hips and the swing of her tail. In the inset at the upper right, a close front view of that same skull: a bare canine skull without skin, bone smooth and clean, a small heart-shaped hollow where a nose should be, a grin of sharp teeth. Her eyes are rolled back until only pale white shows beneath fluttering black lids, her long tongue lolling out and hanging, a thread of drool sliding from it. Her fluffy ears lie flat, her hair sticks to her face, and a blush-like warmth shows at the bone's edges. Drawn in the same amber lamplight, cropped tight on her face and shoulders. Mood: humid, intimate, obscene, unapologetic. Palette of deep blacks, warm amber lamplight, and the cheap red of booth vinyl. Sharp focus, cinematic depth of field, soft volumetric haze.