Neon-noir close-up of a rogue digital diva, her augmented-reality gaze piercing through the screen. She wears a liquid-metal bodysuit, peeled down just enough to reveal dusky rose-brown nipples—glossy with bioluminescent sweat from the underground club’s heat. Holographic tattoos pulse along her collarbones, synced to the bassline of unseen music. The scene is drenched in electric violet and toxic green LED streaks, reflections fracturing in her cybernetic iris implants. Behind her, a Tokyo megacity’s skyline flickers with corrupted ads featuring her own stolen likeness. Shot on a sabotaged DSLR for glitch-art distortion, hyper-realistic skin texture under synthetic light, but deliberately fractured at the edges like a broken simulation. Aesthetic, Blade Runner 2049 meets Euphoria’s chaos, with the raw sexuality of 90s Mugler runway shows