Prompt
· English
Pitch-dark amateur night photo of real people, almost everything in black shadow, a faint light only on her face. The woman, a 49-year-old woman of Melanesian descent with rich chestnut-brown skin, dark brown hair, warm brown eyes, soft rounded eyebrows, a heart-shaped face with a pointed chin and freckles across her nose and cheeks, of average height, with a petite frame, sits leaning back in a deep armchair. Her face is turned on and tipsy: heavy-lidded glassy eyes on him, lower lip caught between her teeth, a slow drunk smile, flushed cheeks, with red lipstick and winged eyeliner intact on that face. Her small perky breasts are bare, uncovered skin with no fabric over them, their nipples stiff and wet from his mouth, the soft skin of her chest bare, while her emerald green sequined dress is pulled down to her waist. Her hair is swept to one side and pinned behind one ear, with a diamond necklace and diamond drop earrings resting on her skin. Two people, one woman, and one man, the man is the bartender; the bartender kneels on the seat beside her, bending over her chest so that they touch in one tight knot of bodies. The bartender, a big Georgian man in his forties with dark stubble and hairy forearms, with a round full face, heavy-lidded brown eyes under thin arched brows, a straight narrow nose, lips with a sharp cupid's bow and flat broad cheekbones, wears a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a short black apron and black trousers, the black trousers fully on and closed, his face in profile with eyes closed as he kisses and sucks her nipple with his mouth, his other hand squeezing her other bare breast, pinching the nipple between his fingers. Her body hangs on his neck, her whole weight leaning into him, her body glued to his, her back arching slowly, her head rolling back, her hair sliding down her bare back, her bare breast pressed against his cheek, his breath hot on her skin. The place is a dark speakeasy bar with deep velvet armchairs and a single brass lamp glowing low. The camera takes a crooked candid photo from a friend sitting across from them, the frame tilted hard, in a close shot cut at her hips with her face sharp and the bartender only partly in frame, cut by the frame edges. The image is a very dark underexposed phone photo taken in near darkness, most of the frame deep black, only a faint dim light on her face, crushed blacks, heavy grain. A heavy, breathless privacy fills the space, the darkness around them, only their skin catching the light.