as if waiting for an inevitable confrontation prompts

8 months ago

A full-body cyberpunk woman leans against a sleek, matte-black neon sports car, arms crossed, exuding an aura of silent defiance. Her shoulder-length, messy indigo hair is streaked with glowing strands, complementing the faint neon tattoos that pulse along her neck. She wears a cropped, armored leather jacket with neon blue trim over a sleek, form-fitting bodysuit covered in digital circuits and glowing insignias. Her pants are made of high-tech synthetic fabric, reinforced with metal plating on her knees and thighs, while her cybernetic boots glow faintly with each movement. The car behind her features glowing wheel rims and a digital interface projecting holographic warnings in the night air. The rain-slicked street reflects a dystopian city filled with flashing neon signs, AI surveillance drones, and glitching holographic billboards. Her eyes scan the horizon, as if waiting for an inevitable confrontation