Prompt
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The woman, a 49-year-old woman of Aboriginal Australian descent with deep espresso-brown skin, light brown hair, hazel eyes, bushy eyebrows, an oval face and a beauty mark above her lip, tall, with a curvy figure, lies on her back on the treatment bed with her left knee bent and turned out and her right leg stretched out, her back arched high off the paper sheet, her shoulders pressed into the pillow, both hands clawing at the sheet; she wears a sheer black lace teddy with a plunging neckline, her large soft natural breasts visible through the lace, her hair in a high ponytail spread across the pillow, heavy makeup with dark smoky eyeliner, clumpy black mascara, heavy blush and matte cherry-red lips intact; her face is overwhelmed: eyes rolled half up under fluttering lids, lips parted, brows raised, a flush down her neck, her throat straining, her chin trembling, her cheeks flushed dark. Two people, one woman, and one man, the master who works on her. The master, a lean man in his forties with a short salt-and-pepper beard, a receding hairline and thin glasses, wearing a white spa tunic and white latex gloves, sits on a low stool at her right hip, one gloved hand pressing a cloth strip onto the amber wax along her bikini line, his other gloved hand slid under her hip and squeezing her bare ass cheek; his grip tightens on her, holding her still while his forearm braces against the bed, his face alive with interest in her reaction, eyes dark and intent on her face, lips parted, his breathing deepened. A cosy spa room with dark wood panelling and a candle, lit by candlelight and a low amber lamp. From beside her head on her right side between her and the master, the lens close to her head, looking along the bed, the master at her hip, one continuous view along the bed, her face sharp and clear, her head at the right edge of the frame, the frame filled by her. Candid phone photo with soft window light, IMG_0924.JPG look. A hushed, warm stillness.