Simone Latrelle aka Solitaire, graphic novel style, bold black outlines, high angle view, voodoo queen aesthetic, seated floor pose, flowing red dress, layered floral fabric, symbolic ritual, candlelit shadows, mystical ritual, floor-length gown, intense upward gaze, dramatic lighting, tanned bronze skin, 1950s beauty, deep red fabric, occult energy Stylized graphic novel portrait of Simone Latrelle viewed from a high angle, seated with her legs tucked beneath her on the worn wooden floor of a collapsing voodoo chapel, her body wrapped in the heavy folds of a layered red dress that radiates outward like a ceremonial bloom, the fabric marked with floral prints in three distinct tones—bright scarlet blossoms, dark crimson vines, and blood-red petals etched into silk like a ritual tapestry She is fully surrounded by the scattered aftermath of the ritual—wax-streaked bones, unburnt incense, fallen candles, threads and feathers and ash spread in symbolic disarray—she does not disturb them, she *belongs* to them, and they to her Her skin is tanned bronze, warm beneath the flickering candlelight, and her face is a bronzed beauty carved from patience and precision—sharp cheekbones and a squared jawline, full matte red lips closed in a silent, unreadable curve, her wide brown eyes locked in a steady upward gaze, cutting through the viewer as if they were the final offering, her lashes long, her brows arched like blades, her stare unblinking and absolute Her raven-black hair is styled into a structured 1950s wave, side-parted and held close like armor, her makeup ceremonial—deep plum and charcoal shadows on her eyes, bold black eyeliner winged into sharp angles, her lips the same rich red as the flowers that bloom beneath her From this angle she is beneath us, but only in posture, not in power, her stillness commands the space, her gaze unmakes it The chapel’s walls lean with age, carved symbols glowing faintly under pooled light, stained glass windows fracture color across the floor, casting pieces of illumination across her figure and across the bones, she is the only order in the room, and the room bows to her She does not move, she does not rise, she does not need to The world slows down, She binds the living and commands the silent, even the dead obey their queen
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Simone Latrelle aka Solitaire, graphic novel style, bold black outlines, high angle view, voodoo qu…

Simone Latrelle aka Solitaire, graphic novel style, bold black outlines, high angle view, voodoo queen aesthetic, seated floor pose, flowing red dress, layered…

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ddim / sgm_uniform · 22 steps · CFG 12
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Simone Latrelle aka Solitaire, graphic novel style, bold black outlines, high angle view, voodoo queen aesthetic, seated floor pose, flowing red dress, layered floral fabric, symbolic ritual, candlelit shadows, mystical ritual, floor-length gown, intense upward gaze, dramatic lighting, tanned bronze skin, 1950s beauty, deep red fabric, occult energy Stylized graphic novel portrait of Simone Latrelle viewed from a high angle, seated with her legs tucked beneath her on the worn wooden floor of a collapsing voodoo chapel, her body wrapped in the heavy folds of a layered red dress that radiates outward like a ceremonial bloom, the fabric marked with floral prints in three distinct tones—bright scarlet blossoms, dark crimson vines, and blood-red petals etched into silk like a ritual tapestry She is fully surrounded by the scattered aftermath of the ritual—wax-streaked bones, unburnt incense, fallen candles, threads and feathers and ash spread in symbolic disarray—she does not disturb them, she *belongs* to them, and they to her Her skin is tanned bronze, warm beneath the flickering candlelight, and her face is a bronzed beauty carved from patience and precision—sharp cheekbones and a squared jawline, full matte red lips closed in a silent, unreadable curve, her wide brown eyes locked in a steady upward gaze, cutting through the viewer as if they were the final offering, her lashes long, her brows arched like blades, her stare unblinking and absolute Her raven-black hair is styled into a structured 1950s wave, side-parted and held close like armor, her makeup ceremonial—deep plum and charcoal shadows on her eyes, bold black eyeliner winged into sharp angles, her lips the same rich red as the flowers that bloom beneath her From this angle she is beneath us, but only in posture, not in power, her stillness commands the space, her gaze unmakes it The chapel’s walls lean with age, carved symbols glowing faintly under pooled light, stained glass windows fracture color across the floor, casting pieces of illumination across her figure and across the bones, she is the only order in the room, and the room bows to her She does not move, she does not rise, she does not need to The world slows down, She binds the living and commands the silent, even the dead obey their queen

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wall art, (cleavage), curvy, (busty), large chest, big boobs, huge tits, (round chest), soft chest, low breasts, squishy boobs, old, mature, pubic hair, professional,