Setsuko Ohara | Super Robot Wars Z
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- She was more like a piece of art, a thing that transcends beauty. She was more than beautiful, when she went into a room all noise ceased, all eyes followed her, all breathing was halted until she either left or the body forced you to breathe again. Her tall body sculptured by a master, eyes of emerald and teeth of ivory, her skin is as pale as snow and her hair like the black heart of the devil himself. It was intoxicating to see her, like the greatest ecstasy it was to behold her in your eyes. Looking at other women afterwards was like looking at a barren desert when compared to the paradise you had seen. Her blood-red lips, which only parted for clever smirks or a smile that made you see a tigress in her. When she walked across the floor, she didn't just put one foot in front of the other, she strode across the room with such a confidence, an arrogant knowledge of her superiority. Her gaze was like being kissed by fire, dangerous and wild, but not for the foolhardy or the vainglorious. It was a gaze reserved for the lucky ones who could join such a creature, a being of fey nature for no such woman could be born of mortal loins. Her clothing fitted perfectly with her, noble and refined, yet also practical clothing that while elegant and graceful in design could also be used to run or fight in. When she entered the room, it was like all lights were dimmed at her passing, it was almost like she was glowing with pure perfection, a woman that even Adonis and Aphrodite would found themselves be pale and dull in comparison to. And she was wild, a dominant wild creature, a ruler of beasts and men. Her confident striding passed me by, and from some wild strange inclination she decided to sit down by my booth. I could feel the jealousy from the eyes of both men and women around me, how could I be worthy of being close to such a woman, nay a goddess? Her mouth parted perfectly, and she spoke with a voice that sounded like honey poured on gold, a monarch's voice that could command me to take my own life and I'd do it in a heartbeat. As she sat down by me, the sun came out and played with her hair and in that moment I swore that I would never see another woman as beautiful nor should I use any words to praise beauty if they weren't meant for her. The words she spoke were meaningless, we both knew that, she playfully beckoned me to follow her, and like a loyal dog I obeyed her command and followed her to her home. There she spoke to me in a voice so sweet, I thought I heard the coming of the angels' feet, she spoke to me and called my name, and told me that I had to come back to play one day. She gave me a number, handwritten on a note, with the calligraphic design of a master written upon it, and told me to call her soon. As I left her behind at her command, I knew that begging would do nothing as she had no need for that, the world was gray and dull as I left her, yet my heart was kept warm with the promise of returning to her one day. 3,wearing nOtHiNg BuT aPrOn, NaKeD aPrOn
- Tamanho
- 768 x 1280
- Passos de Amostragem
- 31
- Método de Amostragem
- Euler a
- CFG scale
- 5.6
- Negativo
- nsfw, worst quality, low quality, too many fingers, fused fingers, missing arms, missing fingers, bad anatomy, bad hands, text, signature, artist name, watermark, nsfw, username, error, missing fingers, extra digit, fewer digits, disfigured, jpeg artifacts, cropped, blurry, mutation, deformed, dehydrated, bad proportions, disfigured, gross proportions, nsfw, malformed limbs, long neck, duplicate, ugly
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