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AI art "Noir Girls" featuring #Black hair, #Crossed legs, #lipstick, #Black eyes, #Bare legs, #Blurry, #Girl, #Indoors, #couch, #Lamp and #zetaCollab

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Noir Girls

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PixAI × zeta Original Character Creation Contest 2026

#Black hair #Crossed legs #lipstick #Black eyes #Bare legs #Blurry #Girl #Indoors #couch #Lamp

Published on Nov 4, 2026

Aleksey G

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1girl, solo, sitting, 24-year-old woman, youthful features, strikingly beautiful, dark eyes, piercing gaze, hypnotic gaze, looking at viewer, dark hair, long voluminous wavy hair, vintage waves, soft waves, dark berry lipstick, subtle makeup, black silk slip dress, thin straps, delicate lace trim, thin black choker, night, luxurious 1980s penthouse apartment interior, rain-streaked window, blurred city lights bokeh, venetian blinds, blind shadows on wall, volumetric mist, warm vintage table lamp, chiaroscuro, rich shadows, shallow depth of field, photorealistic, 35mm film still, film grain, Kodak Vision3 color grading, cinematic, moody, from side, medium shot, three-quarter view, bare shoulders, bare arms, arm support, crossed legs, head tilt, tilted head, half-closed eyes, light smile, parted lips, A cinematic 35mm film still, seen in a medium three-quarter view from slightly to her left, the camera at a low seated eye level. A single woman of twenty-four sits sideways on the low arm of a deep burgundy velvet 1980s sofa, her weight settled on her left hip against the armrest, torso turned a half-turn toward the lens, one long leg crossed over the other at the knee and her right bare foot hanging free of the floor. Her right hand rests flat on the sofa arm beside her thigh, fingers loosely curled over the velvet edge; her left forearm lies across her lap, the fingers of that hand curled lightly around her right knee. Her shoulders are bare above the thin straps of the black silk slip dress, the fabric falling in a cool liquid sheen across her thighs with a narrow band of fine scalloped lace running along the neckline and the hem. The thin black choker sits snug and unbroken at the base of her throat, nothing else at her neck. Her hair is a soft dark mass of vintage waves, voluminous at the crown and falling past her shoulders in loose heavy S-curves, one wave spilling forward over her right collarbone and the rest gathered behind her far shoulder. She tips her head a few degrees to one side and looks straight down the lens; her dark eyes hold steady and unblinking, lids slightly lowered, and a faint closed-lip smile barely lifts one corner of her mouth, the subtle dark berry lipstick matte and caught only where the lip turns under. Her face carries natural skin texture — fine pores across the nose and cheekbone, a soft sheen on the high point of the cheek, no smoothing — and the light sculpts it hard: the vintage warm table lamp stands on a low teak side table to her right and slightly behind her, its amber glow rimming the edge of her jaw, the top of her shoulder and the crown of her hair, while the rest of her front falls into deep rich shadow, one bright wedge along her left cheek and a dimmer highlight on the silk over her thigh. Subtle venetian blind shadows stripe the textured plaster wall behind her in long soft diagonals, warped where the wall meets the corner. Behind her shoulder, filling the upper right of the frame, a tall rain-streaked window holds a scatter of round blurred city lights — amber, a cool sodium white, one faint blue — reduced to soft out-of-focus discs, and the rain on the glass smears them into vertical trails so that every droplet pulls its light downward; a thin film of condensation clings to the lower pane. Soft volumetric night mist hangs in the room, visible only where the lamp glow catches it near the lamp shade and again as a haze over the window. The palette is Kodak Vision3 — warm amber and ochre from the lamp clashing gently against the cold cyan-streaked black of the window, with the deep burgundy velvet, the dress's true black and the muted warm skin tones between them; the shadows keep their detail and go brown-black rather than crushed. Shallow depth of field holds her eyes and mouth tack-sharp and lets the sofa's far arm, the window and the mist fall away into grain-soft blur. Quiet, narcotic glamour.

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