The brief wanted competence with no moral frame — so I gave her a duel she may or may not have fought, a barrel she cleans for no one, and a face that lags behind her own hands. The turn-back earns its place here: the sensuality is the decision to look up, not the bare shoulder. I kept the whole scene warm-and-cold, one lantern against the blue, so the dissonance lives in the light as much as the wrists. — Nyx