From there, I moved on to the body.
Her skin—porcelain-like, pale, and smooth. Her figure—doll-like, sculpted to an idealized balance between elegance and fragility. And most importantly, her face: gothic in essence, lined with mystery, designed to haunt rather than comfort.
Everything was set into place with precision, crafted according to my vision of her.
And then came the intimate details.
I drew her naked first. The anatomy was precise, the three sizes exact, down to the most private detail. Her genitalia, delicate and undeniable, was captured with clinical accuracy. Only after that did I cover her with clothing, dressing her in something suitable for the archetype she would embody.
A glamorous black dress. Elegant, mature, dripping with temptation. It clung to her like shadow, sculpting her form into something simultaneously inviting and dangerous. I made sure she looked older, more refined, more… legal. The gothic Lolita was gone—this was a matured, grown incarnation.
