In the twilight of a misty, moonlit Parisian alleyway, Harriet Slater

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In the twilight of a misty, moonlit Parisian alleyway, Harriet Slater, a mysterious woman, her smoky eyes gleaming under the soft, romantic glow of a nearby streetlamp, strikes a sultry pose as she leans against the worn, weathered brick wall, her raven silk hair cascading like a waterfall over her shoulders, her crimson lips parted slightly in an enigmatic smile, her fingers tracing delicate patterns on the cold stone, her ivory gown embroidered with shimmering silver threads accentuated by a dramatic black velvet cape swirling around her like a ghostly veil, creating an air of mystery and intrigue that is only heightened by the distant echoes of a haunting jazz melody drifting from a dimly lit café down the street. <lora:hkvgjv18fe81252abn97f:1>

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