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character: yukino_mifuyu_(puuzaki_puuna) 1girl, yukino_mifuyu_(puuzaki_puuna), silver_hair, blue_hair, hair_between_eyes, hair_bun, ahoge, sidelocks, blue_eyes, huge_breasts, white_turtleneck_sweater, sleeveless_turtleneck, sleeveless, dark_blue_pencil_skirt, latex_skirt, shiny_skirt, micromini_skirt, tight_skirt, dark_brown_leggings, black_heels, bare_shoulders, prone, face_down, lying_on_floor, cheek_on_floor, cheek_pressed_against_floor, butt_out, ass_up, breasts_squashed_against_floor, flat_breasts, arms_hanging, limp_arms, limp_body, exhausted, no_strength, dead_fish_eyes, empty_eyes, lifeless, half-closed_eyes, parted_lips, sweat, messy_hair, multiple_boys, 6+boys, male_focus, dark_skin, dark_skinned_males, muscular, grey_sweatpants, only_legs_visible, legs_only, faceless_males, standing_around, surrounding, crowd, from_above, top-down_angle, from_front, high_angle, wide_shot, indoors, construction_site, unfinished_room, curtain_wall, floor_to_ceiling_windows, glass_wall, night, night_city_view, city_lights, skyscraper_window, enema_liquid, liquid_on_floor, puddle, wet_floor, liquid_on_glass, smeared_liquid, reflections, glossy_floor, cinematic_lighting, dim_lighting, cold_blue_palette, after_sex, spent, motionless, quiet_aftermath, helpless, defeated The camera looks steeply down and forward from above her, a high frontal three-quarter top-down view of an unfinished high-floor room where the curtain wall's bare aluminum mullions divide panels of night glass, the whole city a field of small cold white and amber points smeared softly by the glass and by the wet streaks running down its lower panes. Yukino Mifuyu lies prone in the middle of the concrete slab floor, seen from her crown and shoulders down her back to the raised hips and the splayed lower legs: her cheek and the side of her jaw are ground flat against the cold floor, one eye visible in the downward view, sclera dull, iris unfocused, the lid barely a third open, the lashes wet and stuck, her lips parted slack with a thin thread of drool joining mouth to concrete. Her silver hair has come half out of its bun, wet strands of hair-between-eyes plastered across her forehead and one strand caught on her cheek; loose silver falls to the floor and lies in the puddle. Her white sleeveless turtleneck is soaked through and clings, translucent at the shoulder blades and ribs, the turtleneck collar sagging away from her throat; her breasts are crushed flat under her chest, the shape spread out sideways against the slab, the fabric pulled taut over them. Her arms both hang straight down along her sides, forearms and palms lying open and slack on the floor, fingers curled at rest, no grip in them. Behind her, her hips are cranked up off the floor so the dark blue latex micromini pencil skirt rides up and stretches mirror-tight and glossy over each lifted buttock, its hem cut high across the backs of her thighs, a hot specular streak sliding over the latex; the dark brown leggings sheathe the legs below it with a matte knit sheen, her black heels still on, one ankle rolled outward, both feet heavy and inert. All around her, close, only the legs of the dark-skinned men are in frame, six pairs of muscular calves and thighs in grey sweatpants planted between the camera and her, some barefoot, some in trainers, standing so near her raised hips that the sweatpants brush the air above her legs, the grey fabric hanging in vertical folds; their upper bodies are cut off entirely by the top edge of the frame, no faces, no torsos. Enema fluid is everywhere on the slab: a broad shallow puddle pooled under her hips and belly that mirrors the ceiling grid as a broken darker reflection, smeared hand-widths and drag tracks of slick fluid streaking the concrete where bodies have moved, and the same fluid smeared down the inside of the glass in long runnels, each runnel carrying its own small highlights where the city lights strike the wet film. The only light comes from outside the curtain wall -- the cold blue-white glow of the high-rise night city and the amber of a distant street -- so the wet floor and the latex skirt catch a rim of that light while her face, buried against the concrete, sits in a soft dim shadow and all the men's legs land as dark grey silhouettes with a faint blue edge down one side. Palette restricted to silver-white, cold night blue, wet amber reflections, dark brown knit and the deep glossy navy of the latex. Listless, ruined.

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