Prompt
· English
Amateur phone photo of real people. The woman, a 53-year-old woman of Eastern European descent with fair skin with cool undertones, soft black hair with brown glints, deep blue eyes, bushy eyebrows and a face wider at the jaw than at the temples, of average height, with a lean wiry build, lies on her back on the treatment bed with her knees bent and fallen open, her stomach drawn in sharply and her ribs lifted on a held breath, while her hands are folded under her head; her bare pussy is exposed with its labia visible as the pink disposable paper thong is pulled aside over the wrist of the second master, and she wears a sheer pink disposable tulle bra that is see-through, with her hair in a high ponytail spread across the pillow and heavy makeup consisting of dark smoky eyeliner, clumpy black mascara, heavy blush and matte cherry-red lips intact. Her face is gripped: eyes squeezed shut, her lips pressed together to hold back a cry, brows pinched, cheeks flushed dark, the tendons in her neck standing out, her jaw tight. Three people, one woman, and two men, the two masters who work on her, one slimmer and one heavier: The first master, a dark-skinned man in his thirties with a close-cropped fade and a sharp short beard, wearing a black salon tunic and black nitrile gloves, sits on a low stool at her right hip, one gloved hand holding the free end of a cloth strip stuck to her inner thigh, his other gloved hand reaching up across her belly and cupping her breast through the thin fabric covering it, his thumb pressing over her nipple, his face showing eyes on her face, studying her reaction intently, lips pressed, his head tilted. The second master, a stocky man in his fifties with a grey crew cut and a trimmed grey moustache, wearing a white tunic with rolled sleeves and white latex gloves, perches on a second stool at her left hip, one gloved hand with two fingers pushed deep inside her pussy, her panties pulled aside over his wrist, his other gloved hand pressing flat on her left hip, his face showing eyes on her face, a slow intrigued half-smile, lips slightly parted. The bright minimalist beauty studio has white tiled walls and a green plant, lit by soft daylight from a frosted window. The camera stands from the sheet level on her left side, the lens just above the paper sheet and close to her head, looking along the bed toward the master at her far hip, creating one continuous low view along the bed where her face is sharp and clear, her head at the left edge of the frame, the frame filled by her. The image is a raw unedited phone picture with natural uneven skin with pores and fine vellus hair, true-to-life colours, mild sensor noise, IMG_4471.HEIC. A hushed, warm stillness pervades the scene.