((masterpiece)), ((anime-real fusion)), ((RAW 4K)), ((ultra detail
((masterpiece)), ((anime-real fusion)), ((RAW 4K)), ((ultra detail)), ((extreme face detail)), ((extreme eye detail)), ((digital painting)), ((cyberpunk noir)), ((realistic lighting)), ((holographic haze)), ((neon rimlight)), ((reflections)) A cyberpunk mafia strategist queen, sitting calmly at the head of a long chrome conference table inside a glass-walled tower office. She’s in her late twenties, elegant and cold, with long straight jet-black hair and piercing crimson eyes. Her round cybernetic engineer goggles are pushed up onto her forehead like a headband. She wears a high-collar, fitted black coat with subtle holographic circuitry woven into the fabric, and black gloves. No weapons visible. Her posture is relaxed yet commanding — one leg crossed over the other, arms resting lightly on the armrests. Behind her is a panoramic window overlooking the dystopian neon-lit city at night, with drops of rain trailing down the glass and faint flying cars passing. Her loyal lieutenants — cyber-armored bodyguards — stand silently behind her in the shadows, visors glowing faintly blue. The mood is dead silent. Intimidating tension hangs in the air. Her expression is unreadable, almost bored — but her gaze pins the viewer like a blade. The room is dimly lit by thin horizontal neon lines on the walls and the cool glow of data interfaces hovering silently in the air.
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((masterpiece)), ((anime-real fusion)), ((RAW 4K)), ((ultra detail)), ((extreme face detail)), ((extreme eye detail)), ((digital painting)), ((cyberpunk noir)), ((realistic lighting)), ((holographic haze)), ((neon rimlight)), ((reflections))
A cyberpunk mafia strategist queen, sitting calmly at the head of a long chrome conference table inside a glass-walled tower office. She’s in her late twenties, elegant and cold, with long straight jet-black hair and piercing crimson eyes. Her round cybernetic engineer goggles are pushed up onto her forehead like a headband. She wears a high-collar, fitted black coat with subtle holographic circuitry woven into the fabric, and black gloves. No weapons visible.
Her posture is relaxed yet commanding — one leg crossed over the other, arms resting lightly on the armrests. Behind her is a panoramic window overlooking the dystopian neon-lit city at night, with drops of rain trailing down the glass and faint flying cars passing.
Her loyal lieutenants — cyber-armored bodyguards — stand silently behind her in the shadows, visors glowing faintly blue.
The mood is dead silent. Intimidating tension hangs in the air. Her expression is unreadable, almost bored — but her gaze pins the viewer like a blade.
The room is dimly lit by thin horizontal neon lines on the walls and the cool glow of data interfaces hovering silently in the air.
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