In the shadows: an unusual encounter in a cold stone cellar

In the dimly lit cellar, a slender woman with blonde, fluffy hair stood, her thigh-high dark brown stockings adorned with garter belts clinging to her slim legs. Her wet blouse hugged her medium-sized breasts, their saggy weight evident beneath the fabric. Her bare feet were planted firmly on the cold cellar floor, long hair cascading down her back like a waterfall. A breastclamp dangled from one hand, her navel visible as she reached down with her other hand, toes curled against the roughness of the stone walls. The image seemed almost too real to be an AI creation.