[source image: 用户发的图（蓝发女仆装 · 双手捧在胸前 · 嘴嘟起 · 幽怨）] For the… | Deepfake AI видео

Промпт (текст в видео), по которому сгенерирован этот ролик

[source image: 用户发的图（蓝发女仆装 · 双手捧在胸前 · 嘴嘟起 · 幽怨）] For the target video, at 0.00 seconds into the target video, <Picture 1> (from [Shot 1]) is fully referenced. integrated_multimodal_description: [Shot 1] Live-action, cinematic, a medium close shot of her from just above eye level, framed so that her face, her blue hair, the front of her maid outfit and her cupped hands are all inside the picture. She is an extremely beautiful young woman in her early twenties with long light-blue hair, a white frilled maid's headband with blue bows on it, pale skin and heavy makeup — dark lashes, reddened lower lids and a soft pink flush across her cheeks — and she is wearing a navy-and-white maid dress: a white frilled collar, a navy chest bow with a round blue gem in the middle, white ruffled sleeves with navy cuffs and gold trim, and a white apron over a navy belt. She is kneeling, and she holds both of her hands cupped together in front of her chest, palms up and fingers loosely curled, so that her two hands make an open bowl. Her cheeks are puffed out a little because her mouth is full. She is looking straight into the lens with a wounded, resentful expression. Behind her is a cluttered backstage room: a table with bottles on the left, and a clothes rail and a wooden door behind her. There is no man anywhere in the picture. At 0.00 seconds she is already mid-motion and she does not stop. Keeping both hands cupped and still, she purses her lips and lets the fluid in her mouth run slowly out between them — one thick milky-white string of it dropping down and coiling into her open palms, and then another — and while it runs out she keeps her resentful eyes up on the lens and her jaw trembles a little. When it is all out she closes her mouth and swallows, and then lifts her eyes from her own hands up to the lens with her lips still pressed together; after a beat she stirs the puddle in her palm once with one fingertip, slowly, with her chin low. overall_soundscape: Her own sounds are clearly audible throughout and they are most of the track — the close, wet, sticky sound of the fluid leaving her mouth and landing in her own palms, slick and slow and close to the mic, her short unsteady breathing through her nose, one small wet swallow, and a thin resentful whimper at the very end. There is no speech and no dialogue at any point in this clip. Only faintly, far underneath all of that, the quiet hum of the backstage room. non_diegetic_music: N/A Negatives: each hand has exactly four fingers and one thumb — no more and no fewer, and no hand ever has extra or missing fingers. There is no disembodied limb anywhere in the picture. Her two hands never merge into each other and never melt into her own skin, and her clothing never melts into her skin. There is exactly one woman in the picture and no man ever appears. The headband, the chest bow with its blue gem, the white apron and the bottles on the table stay exactly where they are. She does not speak at all in this shot. Her mouth is full and then busy, so there is no dialogue anywhere in the clip — only her breathing, her wet swallowing and one thin resentful whimper.