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Confused, Wide-open eyes, a slightly furrowed brow, and a slightly open mouth, Subtle shimmer on the lids and a peach blush, Lyra, goddess of love and beauty, is bound to a cold stone altar in the depths of the ancient temple, her body glistening with sweat as she struggles against her restraints. As her captors work their wicked instruments upon her delicate flesh, she can only cry out in mingled agony and ecstasy, her divine essence trembling on the edge of complete devastation.,Wearing a silk slip dress with no bra, Over-the-shoulder, capturing part of the back and the subject's forward view, In the deep blue ocean surface miles away from any habitation or civil infrastructure whatsoever except for maybe some dolphins and fish who probably don't even know what money is let alone understand its concept or value. A vast empty nothingness anywhere anyone can just simply be ,