Prompt:
hyperrealistic photograph, a strikingly "beautiful girl" with a volatile, predatory energy, is "scantily clad" in what appears to be shredded, high-fashion corporate attire mixed with elements of a baroque queen's regalia (perhaps a lopsided, jewel-encrusted crown and a single, tattered velvet glove). her skin is a canvas of "intricate tattoos of wise, all-seeing owls and heavy, rusting anchors" that seem to drag her down even as the owls suggest flight. she "is sitting" (or perhaps sprawled, mid-explosion) on a shattered glass boardroom table in a "meticulously opulent, top-floor corporate office" that is in a state of beautiful, absurd destruction. "spectacularly bizarre stuff" abounds: a "tamed hr" zombie in a perfectly pressed suit is calmly trying to staple together pieces of a "fucking rubbish dead bodies" (mannequin parts, or something more visceral and "meats"-like, à la monty python) display that has collapsed; a "bong" made from a priceless crystal decanter sits next to a silver platter piled high with "cocaine" (or powdered sugar, the ambiguity is key) and a single, decomposing "roadkill pâté" squirrel canapé. "bondage equipment" (polished chrome restraints, a feathered tickler) is artfully draped over a high-backed leather executive chair that has an "HR Director" badge pinned to it. the "agenda-less queen" herself has a "kink" suggested by a strange, ornate, a.i.-neural-network-patterned riding crop she idly gestures with. her expression is a terrifyingly beautiful rictus of manic glee one moment, then vacant "impotence" the next, mid-"momentary explosion," perhaps with one crocodile tear tracing through the "powder" on her cheek as she points threateningly at an unseen subordinate with the riding crop, their "Browse history" presumably on a cracked screen before her. the scene is a "deep mind fuck" of corporate power fused with "malignant narcissism," "psychopathy," and agenda-less, "beautifully scary" chaos. lighting is stark, "clinical,"
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