sitting at the counter of a dark, smoky dive bar, dim neon signs reflecting off worn wooden surfaces, wearing an oversized vintage band shirt with a cracked print of a crying angel with broken wings, bare thighs crossing elegantly over each other on the torn leather barstool, heavy boots, layered silver jewelry, tousled blonde hair falling wild over her shoulders, deep red lipstick smudged from a drink, an untouched glass of whiskey in front of her, cinematic 80s noir vibe, moody, dirty-glam, raw and untamed
