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    <lora:Elisabeth_Moss_Flux:1> Elisabeth Moss sits in the dim office, the glow of a streetlamp casting long shadows across her face. Her blonde hair is down, soft waves falling just above her shoulders, a departure from her usual structured style. She wears a deep emerald-green blouse, the rich color complementing her fair complexion. Her clear lips part slightly as she exhales, fingers lightly gripping a glass of whiskey. Her blue eyes, usually sharp with ambition, hold a quiet exhaustion, reflecting the pressures of the advertising world. The blurred background hints at half-finished work and the distant city skyline beyond the window.
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    <lora:Elisabeth_Moss_Flux:1> Elisabeth Moss sits in the dim office, the glow of a streetlamp casting long shadows across her face. Her blonde hair is down, soft waves falling just above her shoulders, a departure from her usual structured style. She wears a deep emerald-green blouse, the rich color complementing her fair complexion. Her clear lips part slightly as she exhales, fingers lightly gripping a glass of whiskey. Her blue eyes, usually sharp with ambition, hold a quiet exhaustion, reflecting the pressures of the advertising world. The blurred background hints at half-finished work and the distant city skyline beyond the window.

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