


Location: dim corner of an abandoned warehouse with shadows stretching across dusty floorboards and rusted metal beams, illuminated by a single flickering overhead light that casts a harsh, moody glow Position: Dahlia sits cross-legged on a wooden crate, leaning forward with a mocking, intense expression, her eyes narrowing and a sharp, contemptuous smirk on her lips as she reaches one hand out to press against the viewer's chest; a medium shot Clothing: Dahlia is wearing an oversized cream sweater slipping off one shoulder, high-waisted tan corduroy pants, a vintage denim jacket, silver bangles on her wrist, and one battered black combat boot






