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Doctor Strange’s Sorcerer Supreme Striptease
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- Original Prompt
- Stephen Strange from Doctor Strange (Marvel), clothless, handsome, accurate face & hairstyle, confident expression, Abs, large pecs, pectoral cleavage, v-taper, navel, uncovered legs, masculine, muscular, detached collar & wrist cuffs, bowtie, two-toned hair, looking at viewer, posterior cleavage, uncovered hips, muscular legs,
- Mode
- pro
- Size
- 1104 x 1824
- Seed
- 5236627681832661
- Negative
- lowres, worst quality, low quality, bad anatomy, explicit, (nsfw:1.2),(nude:1.6),(nipple:1.2),naked
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1boy, solo, adult male, 32 years old, caucasian, tall, height over six feet, heavy muscular build, broad shoulders, athletic frame, imposing presence, tanned skin, rugged masculine features, sharply groomed black beard, buzzed black hair, tight crop, hairy arms, hairy chest, white velvet tuxedo jacket, sharp black lapels, black tuxedo pants, white bowtie, white dress shoes, high-society attire, from below, low angle, cowboy shot, standing on one leg, leaning back, chest out, one hand at his bowtie, looking down at viewer, smug, one eye narrowed, half-closed eyes, velvet, tailored fabric, backlit, dramatic lighting.
The camera sits low, just above floor height, tilted up so the man towers over the lens and the room's upper darkness crowds the top of the frame. He fills the middle of a tall, dim ballroom doorway; behind him a single warm wall sconce burns out of frame left, and beyond its reach the darkness is complete. He stands on his left leg with his right foot lifted slightly and set back on the toe, weight sunk into his left hip so his shoulder line runs at a diagonal to the camera; his right hand rises to the white bowtie at his throat, two fingers hooked under the knot as if he has just finished snugging it, and his left hand hangs relaxed at his side with the knuckles grazing the velvet edge of the jacket. The white velvet jacket is unbuttoned low enough that the open front reveals the dark hair on his chest in a narrow strip between the sharp black lapels, which lie flat and knife straight against the pale pile of the velvet. The white velvet catches the warm sconce light and goes soft and bloomed along the shoulders and the raised forearm, while the black lapels and black trousers swallow the light and read almost as flat shapes; the tanned skin of his throat, jaw and hands sits warmer and deeper than the white fabric, and the sharply groomed black beard is trimmed to a clean edge along the jawline. His polished white dress shoes catch one crisp specular highlight from the sconce, and the shine rolls across the toe as he holds the raised stance rather than putting the foot down. He looks straight down the tilted axis of the lens, chin lowered, one brow slightly raised, the corner of his mouth pulled into a lopsided smirk. Cool ballroom shadow fills the edges of the frame, warm sconce light wraps the figure from the left, and the contrast between the cloth-of-light velvet and the dead-black lapels gives the silhouette its force. Quietly arrogant.
honey bee
hb
1boy, solo, adult male, 32 years old, caucasian, tall, height over six feet, heavy muscular build, broad shoulders, athletic frame, imposing presence, tanned skin, rugged masculine features, sharply groomed black beard, buzzed black hair, tight crop, hairy arms, hairy chest, white velvet tuxedo jacket, sharp black lapels, black tuxedo pants, white bowtie, white dress shoes, high-society attire, from below, low angle, cowboy shot, standing on one leg, leaning back, chest out, one hand at his bowtie, looking down at viewer, smug, one eye narrowed, half-closed eyes, velvet, tailored fabric, backlit, dramatic lighting.
The camera sits low, just above floor height, tilted up so the man towers over the lens and the room's upper darkness crowds the top of the frame. He fills the middle of a tall, dim ballroom doorway; behind him a single warm wall sconce burns out of frame left, and beyond its reach the darkness is complete. He stands on his left leg with his right foot lifted slightly and set back on the toe, weight sunk into his left hip so his shoulder line runs at a diagonal to the camera; his right hand rises to the white bowtie at his throat, two fingers hooked under the knot as if he has just finished snugging it, and his left hand hangs relaxed at his side with the knuckles grazing the velvet edge of the jacket. The white velvet jacket is unbuttoned low enough that the open front reveals the dark hair on his chest in a narrow strip between the sharp black lapels, which lie flat and knife straight against the pale pile of the velvet. The white velvet catches the warm sconce light and goes soft and bloomed along the shoulders and the raised forearm, while the black lapels and black trousers swallow the light and read almost as flat shapes; the tanned skin of his throat, jaw and hands sits warmer and deeper than the white fabric, and the sharply groomed black beard is trimmed to a clean edge along the jawline. His polished white dress shoes catch one crisp specular highlight from the sconce, and the shine rolls across the toe as he holds the raised stance rather than putting the foot down. He looks straight down the tilted axis of the lens, chin lowered, one brow slightly raised, the corner of his mouth pulled into a lopsided smirk. Cool ballroom shadow fills the edges of the frame, warm sconce light wraps the figure from the left, and the contrast between the cloth-of-light velvet and the dead-black lapels gives the silhouette its force. Quietly arrogant.
honey bee
hb
1boy, solo, adult male, 32 years old, caucasian, tall, height over six feet, heavy muscular build, broad shoulders, athletic frame, imposing presence, tanned skin, rugged masculine features, sharply groomed black beard, buzzed black hair, tight crop, hairy arms, hairy chest, white velvet tuxedo jacket, sharp black lapels, black tuxedo pants, white bowtie, white dress shoes, high-society attire, from below, low angle, cowboy shot, standing on one leg, leaning back, chest out, one hand at his bowtie, looking down at viewer, smug, one eye narrowed, half-closed eyes, velvet, tailored fabric, backlit, dramatic lighting.
The camera sits low, just above floor height, tilted up so the man towers over the lens and the room's upper darkness crowds the top of the frame. He fills the middle of a tall, dim ballroom doorway; behind him a single warm wall sconce burns out of frame left, and beyond its reach the darkness is complete. He stands on his left leg with his right foot lifted slightly and set back on the toe, weight sunk into his left hip so his shoulder line runs at a diagonal to the camera; his right hand rises to the white bowtie at his throat, two fingers hooked under the knot as if he has just finished snugging it, and his left hand hangs relaxed at his side with the knuckles grazing the velvet edge of the jacket. The white velvet jacket is unbuttoned low enough that the open front reveals the dark hair on his chest in a narrow strip between the sharp black lapels, which lie flat and knife straight against the pale pile of the velvet. The white velvet catches the warm sconce light and goes soft and bloomed along the shoulders and the raised forearm, while the black lapels and black trousers swallow the light and read almost as flat shapes; the tanned skin of his throat, jaw and hands sits warmer and deeper than the white fabric, and the sharply groomed black beard is trimmed to a clean edge along the jawline. His polished white dress shoes catch one crisp specular highlight from the sconce, and the shine rolls across the toe as he holds the raised stance rather than putting the foot down. He looks straight down the tilted axis of the lens, chin lowered, one brow slightly raised, the corner of his mouth pulled into a lopsided smirk. Cool ballroom shadow fills the edges of the frame, warm sconce light wraps the figure from the left, and the contrast between the cloth-of-light velvet and the dead-black lapels gives the silhouette its force. Quietly arrogant.
honey bee
hb
1boy, solo, adult male, 32 years old, caucasian, tall, height over six feet, heavy muscular build, broad shoulders, athletic frame, imposing presence, tanned skin, rugged masculine features, sharply groomed black beard, buzzed black hair, tight crop, hairy arms, hairy chest, white velvet tuxedo jacket, sharp black lapels, black tuxedo pants, white bowtie, white dress shoes, high-society attire, from below, low angle, cowboy shot, standing on one leg, leaning back, chest out, one hand at his bowtie, looking down at viewer, smug, one eye narrowed, half-closed eyes, velvet, tailored fabric, backlit, dramatic lighting.
The camera sits low, just above floor height, tilted up so the man towers over the lens and the room's upper darkness crowds the top of the frame. He fills the middle of a tall, dim ballroom doorway; behind him a single warm wall sconce burns out of frame left, and beyond its reach the darkness is complete. He stands on his left leg with his right foot lifted slightly and set back on the toe, weight sunk into his left hip so his shoulder line runs at a diagonal to the camera; his right hand rises to the white bowtie at his throat, two fingers hooked under the knot as if he has just finished snugging it, and his left hand hangs relaxed at his side with the knuckles grazing the velvet edge of the jacket. The white velvet jacket is unbuttoned low enough that the open front reveals the dark hair on his chest in a narrow strip between the sharp black lapels, which lie flat and knife straight against the pale pile of the velvet. The white velvet catches the warm sconce light and goes soft and bloomed along the shoulders and the raised forearm, while the black lapels and black trousers swallow the light and read almost as flat shapes; the tanned skin of his throat, jaw and hands sits warmer and deeper than the white fabric, and the sharply groomed black beard is trimmed to a clean edge along the jawline. His polished white dress shoes catch one crisp specular highlight from the sconce, and the shine rolls across the toe as he holds the raised stance rather than putting the foot down. He looks straight down the tilted axis of the lens, chin lowered, one brow slightly raised, the corner of his mouth pulled into a lopsided smirk. Cool ballroom shadow fills the edges of the frame, warm sconce light wraps the figure from the left, and the contrast between the cloth-of-light velvet and the dead-black lapels gives the silhouette its force. Quietly arrogant.
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