Nov 3, 2026

Server Maintenance Complete — Server maintenance is now complete, and generation speeds for SDXL and Tsubaki.1 tasks are back to normal. Tasks that we…

AI art "Aisha Clanclan" featuring #Kemonomimi, #Cat ears, #Breasts, #Ass, #blush, #Alcohol, #Braid, #Bell, #Bare shoulders, #Girl and #PixAI Halloween 2026

Generate for Free

Aisha Clanclan

Contest Entry

PixAI “Halloween Oddities Club” Special Contest - A Night at Higan Inn#PixAI Halloween 2026

#Kemonomimi #Cat ears #Breasts #Ass #blush #Alcohol #Braid #Bell #Bare shoulders #Girl

Published on Nov 3, 2026

Marco Iori

More to See

character: aisha_clanclan 1girl, solo, dark skin, long hair, very long hair, single braid, cat ears, animal ears, aqua eyes, tail, neck bell, from behind, looking back, looking over shoulder, over shoulder, head turned back, mischievous smile, smug, one eye closed, blush, extremely short denim shorts, denim shorts, short shorts, red bra, bra, one strap down, bra strap slipped off shoulder, bare shoulder, midriff, navel, short tank top, crop top, white tank top, short sleeves, wide neckline, cleavage, bare arms, pointing, arm extended, pointing at viewer, pointing to the side, standing, contrapposto, city street, outdoors, daytime, vending machine, condom vending machine, shopfront, pavement, sunlight, looking at viewer, seductive smile, open mouth, teeth, playful Viewed from behind at a slight low angle, the dark-skinned cat-eared woman stands on a sunlit city pavement with her back squarely to the camera, her hips shifted onto her right leg and her left foot cocked on the toe of a low boot, and she twists her upper body and turns her head back over her left shoulder so her face comes into view in three-quarter profile, one aqua eye catching the lens under a lowered lid and one corner of her mouth hooked up in an amused half-grin, a single fang showing. Her very long dark hair is gathered into one thick braid that swings across her back with the turn, its tip flicking out past her right hip; the cat ears stand up above it and her tail curls out to the left behind her thigh. Below the braid, her back is bare above the waistband of the extremely short denim shorts, which sit low with a frayed hem high on the back of her thighs and pull tight across the seat as her weight drops into her right hip. The red bra crosses her back in a simple band, with the right strap slipped down off the shoulder so it hangs slack around her upper right arm, and the strap's loose loop is visible against her skin. Over it the short white tank top rides up above the navel, its cropped hem cutting across the lower ribs so the whole midriff and navel are exposed; its neckline is enormously wide, sliding off both shoulders and sitting far out on her arms so that from the front the loose fabric gaps away and a glimpse of the sides of her breasts shows beneath the red cups. Her short sleeves are pushed up on her shoulders. Her right arm is raised and swung forward past her turned face, the elbow bent and the index finger pointed straight at the condom vending machine mounted in the tiled wall at the left of the frame; her left hand rests splayed on the front of her left hip. The vending machine is a lit white-fronted cabinet with a grid of small frosted product windows behind glass, its header lettered in red with the word "PRESERVATIVI" arcing slightly across the curved top panel, and below it smaller rows of lubricant and intimate health products packed in bright boxes, a few price stickers and illegible fine print on a strip at the bottom; the glass throws back the pavement and her silhouette in a dim distorted reflection. Her gaze goes to the viewer with a wink-and-grin, and her chin dips toward the machine so the gesture and the expression argue with each other. Around her the street is ordinary daylight: shuttered shopfronts and a wall of ceramic tile behind the machine, a chain-link rack of newspapers to the right, asphalt and a kerb at the bottom of the frame, a single pedestrian crossing the far background out of focus. The sun stands high and slightly behind her right shoulder, so it rims the braid, both cat ears and her bare right shoulder in warm light, lays a crisp short shadow of her body on the pavement towards the lower left, and the machine's own glow reads dimmer than the day around it. Palette: hot red of the bra and machine header, pale blue denim, white cotton, warm terracotta tile, deep tan skin. Effortlessly cheeky.

Aisha Clanclan

Comments

Model & LoRA used

Similar Images

Explore more

Recommended Creators

You might like