AI art "アネモネ旧スク" featuring #sonrojo, #adorno para el pelo, #Black high socks and #Old-style school swimsuit
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アネモネ旧スク

#sonrojo#adorno para el pelo#Black high socks#Old-style school swimsuit
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En PixAI los prompts son públicos por defecto, pero cada creador puede ocultarlos en las obras que publica. Quien creó esta obra decidió hacerlo, así que las palabras con las que se generó la imagen permanecen privadas: solo esa persona puede verlas. Ocultar el prompt no cambia nada más: la obra sigue siendo pública y puedes darle me gusta, comentarla y compartirla como siempre.
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character: meltryllis_(fate), copyright: fate_(series) 1girl, solo, very long hair, purple hair, blue eyes, hair ribbon, blue ribbon, school swimsuit, navy blue school swimsuit, embarrassed, angry, blush, furrowed brow, scowling, looking at viewer, covering body, crossed arms, fitting room, curtain, mirror reflection, wooden wall, cowboy shot, slightly from above. A slightly from above cowboy shot inside a cramped boutique fitting room captures a slender girl frozen in flustered fury. She has waist-length violet-purple hair held loosely by an indigo silk ribbon, with loose strands spilling down her bare shoulders and framing a flushed face. She wears a classic navy blue one-piece school swimsuit made of taut, matte-finish nylon, featuring clean white piped seams and thin straps over uncovered collarbones. Her stance is tense and defensive: her weight shifts onto one slender hip, one arm clamped tightly across her ribs to shield her torso while her other hand balls into a trembling fist at her side. Her eyebrows are sharply furrowed inward in indignation, cheeks and earlobes burning with a bright crimson blush, and her vivid cerulean eyes glare directly into the lens with fierce, tear-pricked humiliation through clenched teeth. Behind her, a full-length mirror mounted on warm cedar planking reflects the curve of her spine and the trailing cascade of violet hair. To the side, a heavy emerald-velvet privacy curtain hangs from a brass rod, pushed slightly open where the fabric still sways in dense, rippling vertical folds. A cool, bright fluorescent ceiling fixture casts sharp downward shadows beneath her chin, collarbones, and clenched knuckles, contrasting with the soft amber bounce light rising from the polished floorboards. Flustered indignation.
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