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    Realistic. Background a ((cozy cabin with rustic touches, softly illuminated by a lit fireplace, a subtle bokeh effect)). An attractive redhead woman with short undercut hair and green eyes sits at a table drinking steaming hot coffee from a green cup with white rim around top. ((Redhead, short hair, undercut, draping over one eye, large breasts)), striking green eyes, (high cheekbones). Wearing a loose fitting sweater, black skinny jeans, choker, sneakers. ((Dim, warm lighting)), soft shadows. A cat, (1 gray cat), (1cat), rests nearby. Close intimate camera emphasizing her ((mid- motion pose)). Moody, alluring aesthetic. Art style: realistic subject, rustic cabin backdrop, with a focus on ((soft textures)) and (((muted, desaturated color tones))). Grainy, film- like quality reminiscent of 90s indie movies or moody editorial fashion shoots

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