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Joshua Froat

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Joshua Froat

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1girl, solo, demon girl, pure white skin, pure white eyes, white irises with visible pupils, black squiggly tattoo from both eye corners to ears, plump black lips, pointed ears, wide hips, large breasts, long black hair, bangs, black fingernails, black horns on forehead, womb tattoo, long black demon tail, open oversized lavender leather jacket, jacket covers most of her hands, one sleeve rolled up to the elbow, fishnet shirt, tube top over fishnet shirt, tight short black leather shorts, fishnet stockings, japanese sandals, sitting cross-legged, reading manga, holding book, looking down at book, hell, from side, dutch angle, cowboy shot, lava glow, floating embers, adult The view is a low three-quarter angle from her left side, tilted a few degrees off level, cropping her at mid-thigh. She sits cross-legged on a flat slab of cracked black basalt, her weight settled back on her hips with her right knee dropped low and her left ankle drawn in over the opposite shin, both sandals pushed half off her heels so her soles rest flat against the stone. Her torso leans a little forward over the book. Both forearms come forward, and the manga — a small tankōbon with a glossy dark cover and a splash of pale pink on the front — is held open in both hands at chest height: the lavender sleeve swallows her right hand to the knuckles so only black-nailed fingertips curl over the book's spine edge, while the left sleeve is rolled into a thick cuff at the elbow, baring a white forearm and five black fingernails pressed flat on the opposite page. Her chin is tipped down and her white eyes are fixed on the open spread, lids lowered, one brow faintly arched at what she reads, her plump black lips pressed together and slightly pulled at one corner. Her long black hair falls in a heavy straight curtain past her shoulders, bangs cut blunt across her forehead just below the two short black horns that curve up and back from the hairline; a few strands slip forward over the open jacket's collar. The black squiggly tattoos run in wobbling lines from the outer corner of each eye back across her cheekbones and disappear into her hair in front of the pointed ears. The jacket hangs unfastened and too big, its panels falling away from her chest so the tube top and the diamond lattice of the fishnet underneath read clearly between the lapels, and the tight leather shorts crease at the hip where she sits. The womb tattoo sits low on her belly below the tube top's hem. Her long black tail lies slack across the stone behind her hip, its tip curling up off the rock in a lazy loop. Behind and below the slab, hell opens out: a chasm of black rock shelves stepping down into a slow churning lake of orange lava, distant spires and broken archways silhouetted against the glow, ash drifting in the air. The lava is the only light source, and it lights her from below and behind her left shoulder — a hot orange rim along her jaw, the underside of her horns, the rolled cuff, the edges of the book — while the front of her face and the inside of the jacket fall into cool violet shadow; her cast shadow stretches away from the lava, long and sharp, across the basalt. The palette is held to white skin, black hair, leather and ink, lavender, and the one hot orange of the molten lake. Embers rise past her and one has settled, cooling, on the upward face of the stone beside her knee. The book's page catches a faint orange bounce that fades toward the spine. Lazy, wicked and unhurried.

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