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a beauty asleep in the bedroom of the tavern

distorted image, malformed body, malformed fingers

1 month ago

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SSD-1B

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a beauty asleep in the bedroom of the tavern, her weapons on her side, she is in light linen
[seen from above, high res photoby Ray Harryhausen] a beauty asleep in the bedroom of the tavern, her weapons on her side, she wears light linen
Within the cozy confines of the inn, nestled deep in the shire's sheltering valleys, the cheerful hobbit sexy girl stood drying mugs behind the well-worn counter. Before him sat his own stein, steaming gently in the firelight. Dark as finest bogwater was the elixir within, crowned with foam delicate as new-fallen snow. Slow spirals rose as it breathed, perfuming the air with notes beyond any grown in the gardens of the Halflings: deep and mysterious as tilled earth, spiced with hints of cocoa
Nancy college girl lies sprawled on her bed with a haughty, mocking air, chest down, chin resting on her hand, gazing lazily out the window like life itself has bored her to death. Her dark hair in sauerkraut hairdo, faintly glinting in the sunlight peeking through the curtains. A delicate silver hairpin perches on one side, almost ironic given her usual devil-may-care vibe. Her violet eyes, half-lidded with indifference, slowly drift toward you — expressionless, flat —
[seen from above, high res photo] a beauty asleep in the bedroom of the tavern, her weapons on her side, she wears light linen
Within the cozy confines of the inn, nestled deep in the shire's sheltering valleys, the cheerful hobbit sexy girl stood drying mugs behind the well-worn counter. Before him sat his own stein, steaming gently in the firelight. Dark as finest bogwater was the elixir within, crowned with foam delicate as new-fallen snow. Slow spirals rose as it breathed, perfuming the air with notes beyond any grown in the gardens of the Halflings: deep and mysterious as tilled earth, spiced with hints of cocoa
[coffee] In the Green Dragon, the smiling hobbit worked behind the bar. Though small in stature, none was more joyful in service. His eyes, bright as sunrise and always upturned in mirth, inspected beans from distant lands. From the machine poured drinks like liquid gold. Each shot drew from him a chuckling sniff, scents of exotic hills filling his head. With care he textured cream, lips still smiling as lofty peaks crowned. Patrons gathered round pots steaming, laughter echoing as in a hobbit-h
Kira Neyris lay in her bed, her body bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains. Her mind drifted between the realms of consciousness and dreams, a state where fantasies danced on the edges of reality. In this semi-sleep, she found herself exploring the depths of her desires, her body a canvas for her most intimate thoughts. As Kira's fingertips grazed her own skin, a shiver of anticipation coursed through her. Her thoughts wandered to the forbidden, to the secret desire
a beauty asleep
a demoness converted in a maid, doing the cook in the kitchen of a peasant Hutt in a medieval heroic fantasy environment
[art by Dave McKean] n the opulent chamber of the castle, the princess lay ensconced in the silken folds of her bed, the morning sun casting a golden glow upon her delicate features. Her ebony locks cascaded like a river of shadows across the pillows, framing her porcelain skin in a stark contrast of light and dark. As she lingered in the realm between sleep and wakefulness, the distant clamor by the window stirred her from her languid repose. With a languid grace, the princess rose from the bed
a blonde shag cut hairs elf wearing up in the bed of a tavern, sheets are cotton with, the window on the stone wall is open to the sky, she is happy
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