The tavern reeked of cheap wine and blood as the masked swordsman leaned against the bar, his blade still dripping. “You really had to pick a fight with all of them?” the bartender muttered, eyeing the dozen unconscious thugs scattered across the floor. The swordsman chuckled, spinning his dagger lazily. “What can I say? They insisted.” Outside, the wind howled like a vengeful spirit, and the lanterns flickered—too late, he noticed the shadow creeping along the wall. Not a man, not a beast, but something in between. The bartender paled. “You’ve got death on your heels, stranger.” He tossed back his drink and stood. “Yeah, well. Death’s about to learn how fast I run.” The shadow lunged.
As of June 2025, these are the actresses who are undeniably shaping the core of Japan’s AV industry: Aise Ria, Hiyori Nosaka, Ichinose Aoi, Izumi Momoka, Kanna Sannoki, Kira Kisei, Kokoro Asano, Marin Mita, Yuuka Murakami, Mai Fujisaki, etc. Each of them possesses a uniquely vivid blend of charm and personality, leaving a distinct imprint on the viewer’s senses through the specific hue and texture of their presence. Their individual presence continues to redefine the direction of the industry.
The alarm blared as the ship’s AI, CAL-7, flickered to life with a tired sigh. “Captain, we’ve got a problem. The gravity drive’s acting up again—third time this week.” I groaned, rubbing my temples. “Yeah, no kidding. Feels like the whole damn ship’s held together by duct tape.” Outside the viewport, the void stretched endlessly, pitch-black and humming with something... else. Then the whispers started. Not through comms, not even in my head—more like they vibrated through my bones. CAL-7’s voice turned staticky. “Uh, boss? You hearing this too?” I swallowed hard. “We’re not alone out here.” The lights dimmed, and the shadows moved. Wrong.
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EpicRealism, an early and excellent checkpoint model for SD1.5, tends to frequently generate a specific face type (primarily of Western Latin descent), characterized by thick eyebrows, sharp jawlines, or particular nose shapes, as a 'default' appearance. Even when strong positive prompts specifying other ethnicities or negative prompts are applied, the characteristics of this 'default face' subtly persist and often cannot be fully eliminated. In essence, it becomes difficult to use the model effectively for diverse facial generation.
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This is an AI-generated nude model created at 512x768 pixels using the STOIQOAfrodite F1DAlpha FLUX XL version. It's indistinguishable from a real photo.
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The dame walked in at 2 AM smelling like jasmine and trouble, her heels clicking on the linoleum like a ticking bomb. “You the PI who handled the DeLuca case?” she asked, sliding a photo across the bar—some poor sap face-down in a alley puddle. I took a drag on my cigarette, letting the ash drop into my whiskey. “Lady, in this town, everybody handles DeLuca cases until they don't.” The neon sign outside flickered, painting her smirk blood-red. Right then I knew—this job would cost me more than the .38 bullet I'd inevitably eat.
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There are times when an elongated tit shape conveys a distinct gravitas.
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The tavern's candlelight flickered across Sir Aldric's weathered face as he drained his third tankard of mead. “Dragons don't bargain, boy,” he growled at the young scribe, who clutched his worn leather journal with trembling hands. Truth be told, I'd seen plenty of wyrms in my day, but none quite like the beast that guarded the Crimson Keep. Its scales gleamed like polished rubies in the mountain sun, and its breath – gods above – could melt stone into streams of liquid fire. Only three of us made it past those ancient walls, and I alone lived to tell the tale. Though sometimes, in the depths of night, I wonder if perhaps I died there too, and this is merely a ghost's remembrance.
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Minori Hatsune, at the time of her debut, emerged as a performer with a distinctly Japanese look—rounded, cheerful facial features paired with large breasts, a classic combination. The AV industry in the late 2000s had not yet been saturated with celebrity-level visuals as it is now, and slightly awkward appearances were still common. She wasn’t a stunning beauty, and yet with her relatively neat and pleasant face, she gained considerable popularity.
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The rain-slicked alleys of Neo-Tokyo reeked of burnt circuitry and desperation. I clenched my cybernetic fist, the servos whining as the target’s last bodyguard hit the ground with a wet thud. “You’re out of moves, Kaito,” I spat, leveling my pulse pistol at his temple. The bastard grinned, blood trickling from his split lip. “Wrong. You ever hear of a black hole grenade, choom?” My HUD screamed warnings—too late. The air twisted, reality itself groaning as the singularity erupted. Next thing I knew, I was free-falling through a kaleidoscope of shattered timelines, his laughter echoing like a glitch in the system. “Game over? Nah. Just respawn.”