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character: ellen_joe, copyright: zenless_zone_zero 2girls, 1boy, ellen_joe, adult, short black hair, red inner hair streaks, red eyes, black fingernails, black fingernail polish, barefoot, completely bare feet, soles visible, toes visible, bare toes, black pants, tight black pants, smooth black pants, white sweater, plain white sweater, turtleneck sweater, breasts, covered breasts, sitting, seiza, sitting upright, straight back, on lap, sitting on lap, man's lap, from behind, view from behind, over-shoulder composition, looking to the side, sideways glance, embarrassed, blush, full-face blush, sweatdrop, hiding something, concealed object, hands in lap, hunched shoulders, tense, size difference, indoors, warm room, soft light, tail, fish tail, black tail, tail curled around, :<, half-closed eyes, trembling, nervous, heart pounding, awkward, reluctant, secretive, Viewed from behind and slightly to the side, the camera sits close over the man's right shoulder, so the picture is built from two backs and one narrow glimpse of a flushed profile. In the near foreground, huge and dark, the man's shoulder and upper back fill the lower-right corner of the frame, his coarse dark hair cropped short at the nape, the collar of a charcoal-grey knit shirt soft against his neck; he is seated squarely on a low wooden bench indoors, both feet flat on the floorboards, one forearm resting along the top of the bench back, his torso a broad calm mass that the whole composition leans against. Ellen Joe sits upright on his lap, her back held perfectly straight and stiff, her weight settled onto his left thigh, both her knees pressed together and her bare feet hanging just above the floorboards, toes curling slightly in the air. Her black hair is short and choppy, red streaks showing at the inner layers where it splays against her nape, and a single strand is stuck to her sweaty temple. Her black tail, sleek and long, comes out from the base of her spine and curls forward around her right hip, the finned tip tucked down against her thigh as though she is trying to make it small. Both of her hands are clasped tight in her lap over the front of her black pants, pressing something small and rectangular flat against her stomach, the object entirely closed inside the cage of her fingers so that only the corner of it suggests a shape; her black-lacquered nails gleam even in this dim warm light. She wears a plain white turtleneck sweater, no print, no logo, the knit smooth and slightly thick, the fabric drawn taut across her chest and clearly shaped by her breasts, and below it the black pants fit tight and glossy-smooth from hip to ankle, creasing sharply behind her knees where she sits. Her bare feet are fully exposed, the soles pale and clean, her toes bare, nothing on her feet at all. Her head is turned just enough to the side that a slice of her cheek and one red eye are visible past her own shoulder, and that eye is angled down and away, fixed on nothing, avoiding the man behind her completely; her lips are pressed thin and a deep flush runs from her cheek down into her collar. She is embarrassed to the bone: her shoulders are hunched up nearly to her ears, her jaw is clenched, and a single drop of sweat slides down her temple. The room is small and warm, a narrow interior with a paper-shaded lamp on the left, the lamp the only light source, its pool falling across her white back and her bare feet while the man recedes into brown shadow; the light from behind makes the fine knit of her sweater glow at the shoulder blades and throws the shadow of her tail across the bench. Palette of warm brown wood, cream white, deep black, and the single punctuation of red in her hair and eyes. Quiet, awkward, tender.
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Faça a Elllen Joe descalça parecendo adulta de zenless zone zero disfarçando algo usando suas calças pretas apertada e lisas e blusa de frio branca lisa com os seios marcados, unhas pretas, envergonhada sentada reta no colo de um homem,com a visão da fé
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character: ellen_joe, copyright: zenless_zone_zero 2girls, 1boy, ellen_joe, adult, short black hair, red inner hair streaks, red eyes, black fingernails, black fingernail polish, barefoot, completely bare feet, soles visible, toes visible, bare toes, black pants, tight black pants, smooth black pants, white sweater, plain white sweater, turtleneck sweater, breasts, covered breasts, sitting, seiza, sitting upright, straight back, on lap, sitting on lap, man's lap, from behind, view from behind, over-shoulder composition, looking to the side, sideways glance, embarrassed, blush, full-face blush, sweatdrop, hiding something, concealed object, hands in lap, hunched shoulders, tense, size difference, indoors, warm room, soft light, tail, fish tail, black tail, tail curled around, :<, half-closed eyes, trembling, nervous, heart pounding, awkward, reluctant, secretive, Viewed from behind and slightly to the side, the camera sits close over the man's right shoulder, so the picture is built from two backs and one narrow glimpse of a flushed profile. In the near foreground, huge and dark, the man's shoulder and upper back fill the lower-right corner of the frame, his coarse dark hair cropped short at the nape, the collar of a charcoal-grey knit shirt soft against his neck; he is seated squarely on a low wooden bench indoors, both feet flat on the floorboards, one forearm resting along the top of the bench back, his torso a broad calm mass that the whole composition leans against. Ellen Joe sits upright on his lap, her back held perfectly straight and stiff, her weight settled onto his left thigh, both her knees pressed together and her bare feet hanging just above the floorboards, toes curling slightly in the air. Her black hair is short and choppy, red streaks showing at the inner layers where it splays against her nape, and a single strand is stuck to her sweaty temple. Her black tail, sleek and long, comes out from the base of her spine and curls forward around her right hip, the finned tip tucked down against her thigh as though she is trying to make it small. Both of her hands are clasped tight in her lap over the front of her black pants, pressing something small and rectangular flat against her stomach, the object entirely closed inside the cage of her fingers so that only the corner of it suggests a shape; her black-lacquered nails gleam even in this dim warm light. She wears a plain white turtleneck sweater, no print, no logo, the knit smooth and slightly thick, the fabric drawn taut across her chest and clearly shaped by her breasts, and below it the black pants fit tight and glossy-smooth from hip to ankle, creasing sharply behind her knees where she sits. Her bare feet are fully exposed, the soles pale and clean, her toes bare, nothing on her feet at all. Her head is turned just enough to the side that a slice of her cheek and one red eye are visible past her own shoulder, and that eye is angled down and away, fixed on nothing, avoiding the man behind her completely; her lips are pressed thin and a deep flush runs from her cheek down into her collar. She is embarrassed to the bone: her shoulders are hunched up nearly to her ears, her jaw is clenched, and a single drop of sweat slides down her temple. The room is small and warm, a narrow interior with a paper-shaded lamp on the left, the lamp the only light source, its pool falling across her white back and her bare feet while the man recedes into brown shadow; the light from behind makes the fine knit of her sweater glow at the shoulder blades and throws the shadow of her tail across the bench. Palette of warm brown wood, cream white, deep black, and the single punctuation of red in her hair and eyes. Quiet, awkward, tender.
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character: ellen_joe, copyright: zenless_zone_zero 2girls, 1boy, ellen_joe, adult, short black hair, red inner hair streaks, red eyes, black fingernails, black fingernail polish, barefoot, completely bare feet, soles visible, toes visible, bare toes, black pants, tight black pants, smooth black pants, white sweater, plain white sweater, turtleneck sweater, breasts, covered breasts, sitting, seiza, sitting upright, straight back, on lap, sitting on lap, man's lap, from behind, view from behind, over-shoulder composition, looking to the side, sideways glance, embarrassed, blush, full-face blush, sweatdrop, hiding something, concealed object, hands in lap, hunched shoulders, tense, size difference, indoors, warm room, soft light, tail, fish tail, black tail, tail curled around, :<, half-closed eyes, trembling, nervous, heart pounding, awkward, reluctant, secretive, Viewed from behind and slightly to the side, the camera sits close over the man's right shoulder, so the picture is built from two backs and one narrow glimpse of a flushed profile. In the near foreground, huge and dark, the man's shoulder and upper back fill the lower-right corner of the frame, his coarse dark hair cropped short at the nape, the collar of a charcoal-grey knit shirt soft against his neck; he is seated squarely on a low wooden bench indoors, both feet flat on the floorboards, one forearm resting along the top of the bench back, his torso a broad calm mass that the whole composition leans against. Ellen Joe sits upright on his lap, her back held perfectly straight and stiff, her weight settled onto his left thigh, both her knees pressed together and her bare feet hanging just above the floorboards, toes curling slightly in the air. Her black hair is short and choppy, red streaks showing at the inner layers where it splays against her nape, and a single strand is stuck to her sweaty temple. Her black tail, sleek and long, comes out from the base of her spine and curls forward around her right hip, the finned tip tucked down against her thigh as though she is trying to make it small. Both of her hands are clasped tight in her lap over the front of her black pants, pressing something small and rectangular flat against her stomach, the object entirely closed inside the cage of her fingers so that only the corner of it suggests a shape; her black-lacquered nails gleam even in this dim warm light. She wears a plain white turtleneck sweater, no print, no logo, the knit smooth and slightly thick, the fabric drawn taut across her chest and clearly shaped by her breasts, and below it the black pants fit tight and glossy-smooth from hip to ankle, creasing sharply behind her knees where she sits. Her bare feet are fully exposed, the soles pale and clean, her toes bare, nothing on her feet at all. Her head is turned just enough to the side that a slice of her cheek and one red eye are visible past her own shoulder, and that eye is angled down and away, fixed on nothing, avoiding the man behind her completely; her lips are pressed thin and a deep flush runs from her cheek down into her collar. She is embarrassed to the bone: her shoulders are hunched up nearly to her ears, her jaw is clenched, and a single drop of sweat slides down her temple. The room is small and warm, a narrow interior with a paper-shaded lamp on the left, the lamp the only light source, its pool falling across her white back and her bare feet while the man recedes into brown shadow; the light from behind makes the fine knit of her sweater glow at the shoulder blades and throws the shadow of her tail across the bench. Palette of warm brown wood, cream white, deep black, and the single punctuation of red in her hair and eyes. Quiet, awkward, tender.
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character: ellen_joe, copyright: zenless_zone_zero 2girls? no, 1girl 1boy, ellen_joe, adult, short black hair, red inner hair, red eyes, sharp pointed shark-like teeth, black nail polish, plain white sweater, tight black pants, barefoot, bare feet, soles visible, sitting on lap, on lap, sitting on another's lap, embarrassed, blush, looking away, front view, from front, cowboy shot, indoors, on a couch, arm support, hands clasped in lap, hunched shoulders, head tilt down, disguise, hidden object, tense posture, crossed ankles, bare toes curled, mature female, young man, short dark hair, casual dark shirt, sitting, relaxed, one arm around her waist, smirk, looking at her, (no shoes, no socks, no pantyhose, no heels, no thigh highs:1.3), (no maid headdress, no maid dress, no pantyhose:1.3), simple background, warm room, soft window light A frontal, eye-level cowboy-shot view frames two people seated on a low, worn grey fabric couch inside a modest warm living room, the camera squarely in front of them so both faces and Ellen's fully bare feet read plainly. Ellen sits sideways across the man's lap: her hips rest on his right thigh, her weight tipped onto her left hip and carried into his chest, her bare legs draped down over his left knee, both bare feet hanging free above the floorboards, the near foot's toes curling inward and the far foot's sole angled slightly toward the lens -- no shoe, no sock, no stocking, skin bare from the black hem of her pants down to the tips of her black-lacquered toenails-only-if-shown; keep the toenails plain and bare, black polish only on her fingernails. Her tight, smooth black pants run unbroken from waist to ankle with a subtle sheen where the knee bends; her plain white sweater is a single flat white knit with no print, pulled snug enough that the shape of her breasts presses visibly through the fabric, and the neckline sits plain and unadorned at her throat. Both hands are jammed together in her lap, fingers laced hard, glossy black nails biting into her own knuckles as she hides something small and rectangular beneath her clasped palms against her thigh, the fabric of the sweater bunched where her forearms press it. Her shoulders hunch forward, chin tucked, one brow pinched and her mouth pulled into a small tight embarrassed line, a hot blush spread across both cheeks and the bridge of her nose; her red eyes slide sideways and down toward the floor, avoiding the man's face, though her ear-tips tilt toward him. Short black hair with a red underlayer falls forward across her temple, a few strands stuck to her warm cheek; a small hair ornament is tucked at the side of her head and her long fish-like tail curls down and back behind the couch cushion, out of the way. The man sits square beneath her, his back to the cushion, one forearm braced along the couch back and his other hand resting warm and steady at her waist, thumb against the white knit; his dark eyes look down at her face, a faint amused smirk at one corner of his mouth, his head tipped slightly toward her. The only light comes from a window at the right of frame behind the couch: cool daylight rakes across the right side of both faces, catches the sheen on her black pants at the knee, and drops a soft shadow of her dangling bare feet onto the floorboards, the left side of the room falling into quiet warm dark. Palette limited to black, white, warm skin tones and the muted grey of the couch, with red kept only in her eyes and inner hair. Tender, quietly flustered.
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character: ellen_joe, copyright: zenless_zone_zero 2girls? no, 1girl 1boy, ellen_joe, adult, short black hair, red inner hair, red eyes, sharp pointed shark-like teeth, black nail polish, plain white sweater, tight black pants, barefoot, bare feet, soles visible, sitting on lap, on lap, sitting on another's lap, embarrassed, blush, looking away, front view, from front, cowboy shot, indoors, on a couch, arm support, hands clasped in lap, hunched shoulders, head tilt down, disguise, hidden object, tense posture, crossed ankles, bare toes curled, mature female, young man, short dark hair, casual dark shirt, sitting, relaxed, one arm around her waist, smirk, looking at her, (no shoes, no socks, no pantyhose, no heels, no thigh highs:1.3), (no maid headdress, no maid dress, no pantyhose:1.3), simple background, warm room, soft window light A frontal, eye-level cowboy-shot view frames two people seated on a low, worn grey fabric couch inside a modest warm living room, the camera squarely in front of them so both faces and Ellen's fully bare feet read plainly. Ellen sits sideways across the man's lap: her hips rest on his right thigh, her weight tipped onto her left hip and carried into his chest, her bare legs draped down over his left knee, both bare feet hanging free above the floorboards, the near foot's toes curling inward and the far foot's sole angled slightly toward the lens -- no shoe, no sock, no stocking, skin bare from the black hem of her pants down to the tips of her black-lacquered toenails-only-if-shown; keep the toenails plain and bare, black polish only on her fingernails. Her tight, smooth black pants run unbroken from waist to ankle with a subtle sheen where the knee bends; her plain white sweater is a single flat white knit with no print, pulled snug enough that the shape of her breasts presses visibly through the fabric, and the neckline sits plain and unadorned at her throat. Both hands are jammed together in her lap, fingers laced hard, glossy black nails biting into her own knuckles as she hides something small and rectangular beneath her clasped palms against her thigh, the fabric of the sweater bunched where her forearms press it. Her shoulders hunch forward, chin tucked, one brow pinched and her mouth pulled into a small tight embarrassed line, a hot blush spread across both cheeks and the bridge of her nose; her red eyes slide sideways and down toward the floor, avoiding the man's face, though her ear-tips tilt toward him. Short black hair with a red underlayer falls forward across her temple, a few strands stuck to her warm cheek; a small hair ornament is tucked at the side of her head and her long fish-like tail curls down and back behind the couch cushion, out of the way. The man sits square beneath her, his back to the cushion, one forearm braced along the couch back and his other hand resting warm and steady at her waist, thumb against the white knit; his dark eyes look down at her face, a faint amused smirk at one corner of his mouth, his head tipped slightly toward her. The only light comes from a window at the right of frame behind the couch: cool daylight rakes across the right side of both faces, catches the sheen on her black pants at the knee, and drops a soft shadow of her dangling bare feet onto the floorboards, the left side of the room falling into quiet warm dark. Palette limited to black, white, warm skin tones and the muted grey of the couch, with red kept only in her eyes and inner hair. Tender, quietly flustered.
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