boy qnd girl
Di PixAI, prompt bersifat awam secara lalai, tetapi pencipta boleh menyembunyikannya pada mana-mana karya yang mereka terbitkan. Pencipta karya ini memilih untuk berbuat demikian, jadi perkataan yang digunakan untuk menjana imej ini kekal peribadi dan hanya penciptanya sahaja yang boleh melihatnya. Menyembunyikan prompt tidak mengubah apa-apa yang lain: karya ini masih awam, dan anda masih boleh menyukai, mengulas dan berkongsinya seperti biasa.
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🩶Remorseful Maid❤︎
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character: tohsaka_rin, archer_(fate)
2people, 1girl, 1boy, maid, maid apron, frilled headdress, black dress, maid uniform, butler, butler suit, charcoal waistcoat, dress shirt, necktie, white gloves, black hair, twin tails, hair ribbon, blue eyes, pout, blush, puffy cheeks, holding tray, dark skin, tan, swept-back hair, short hair, white hair, grey eyes, smirk, raised eyebrow, pouring, teapot, teacup, steam, low angle, medium shot, mansion, parquet floor, sunlight through window, dust motes
Low-angle three-quarters medium shot. A slender young woman with vivid aqua-blue eyes and waist-length black hair tied into high twin tails with black ribbons wears a classic maid uniform, featuring a long-sleeved black dress under an immaculate white frilled apron and a ruffled headdress. Her weight rests back on one hip as she clutches a circular silver serving tray against her waist with both hands, her cheeks flushed with a soft pink blush and puffed out in an irritated pout. Her gaze glares sharply sideways toward her companion, her long twin tails swaying with the sudden pivot of her torso. Beside her, a tall, broad-shouldered man with tanned bronze skin, swept-back spiky white hair, and steel-grey eyes stands in impeccable posture, clad in a fitted charcoal-black waistcoat, a crisp white button-down shirt, a dark necktie, and immaculate white gloves. With practiced ease, his right hand elevates an ornate silver teapot, guiding a continuous stream of steaming amber liquid into a fine bone-china teacup balanced flat on the palm of his left hand without looking at it. His head tilts slightly, one brow cocked and his mouth curving into an amused, teasing smirk as his eyes glance sidelong down at the flustered maid. They stand within a high-ceilinged manor parlor with dark mahogany wainscoting and towering arched windows; brilliant afternoon sunlight slants diagonally across the polished herringbone floor, silhouetting floating dust motes and casting crisp dual shadows. The thin filament of falling tea strikes the cup's center, producing delicate concentric ripples across the surface as a wispy curl of steam dissolves upward into the light beam. Playfully contentious.
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