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#남자 둘
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Boy, 20 years old, golden eyes, blue hair, long hair, half-open black shirt, elegant and sensual, sitting with his arms on the bar of an atro, leaning his face on his arm trying to hide it, glass of whiskey beside him, at a luxurious party, backlights, dark and dim background, excessive party, ethereal beauty and androgynous features, tycoons around him with blurry faces, thin and slender figure, discouraged and sad expression, fake mocking smile, tall and muscular build, flushed and shiny skin.
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lowres, (worst quality, bad quality:1.2), bad anatomy, sketch, jpeg artifacts, signature, watermark, old, oldest, censored, bar_censor, (pregnant), chibi, loli, simple background, conjoined, ai-generated, nsfw
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character: baizhu_(genshin_impact) 1boy, solo, bare chest, defined pecs, muscular male, open clothes, open blazer, suit jacket, dress pants, long hair, green hair, single braid, ahoge, hair between eyes, yellow eyes, slit pupils, glasses, rimless glasses, sitting, tufted sofa, host club, champagne flute, ice bucket, low table, luxury interior, dim lighting, rim light, pov, from above, cowboy shot, half-closed eyes, smirk, light smile Framed from slightly above in an intimate cowboy shot, a man lounges back into a deep burgundy tufted-velvet banquette inside an opulent, dimly lit private host lounge. He wears a tailored midnight-black silk blazer left completely unbuttoned and parted wide, worn with no shirt beneath to fully expose his bare pale torso, prominent collarbones, and sharply defined pectoral muscles sculpted by warm directional lamplight. His long sea-green hair falls in a loose single braid drawn over his shoulder, a fine ahoge curling above his brow, while thin gold-framed oval glasses sit lightly on his nose. Behind the lenses, his golden slit-pupil eyes hold a teasing, half-lidded gaze aimed straight at the viewer, his lips curved into a faint, knowing smirk. His right elbow rests lazily along the velvet crest of the sofa, while his left hand holds a crystal champagne flute by its slender stem, resting near his crossed knee. On the low lacquered table before him, a silver ice bucket and faceted crystal glassware catch the amber and rose glow of indirect cove lighting. Tiny droplets of condensation bead on the chilled flute's bowl and trickle slowly toward his fingers, reflecting tiny pinpoints of chandelier light. Sultry decadence.
Bliss