In a misty garden, Edna Smith stood alone, her caramel skin radiating under the light of a warm sunrise, her luscious brown tresses flowing down her shoulders, her brown eyes capturing every realistic detail as she smiled without showing her lips, with her medium breasts just barely hidden by a bright yellow sundress featuring white floral patterns, looking directly at the viewer, her hand gently touching the wall of an ancient fountain as she leaned back, balancing on one foot while the other extended behind her, creating a visually stunning and intimate scene. <lora:lopvyp18f540f027fsca4:1>