On the old balcony of an old apartment on the eighth floor she sat.
Lily.
She sat half-sideways to the world, leaning heavily on the metal railing with her elbow. Her massive, soft, incredibly fleshy body was relaxed as if even gravity was tired of fighting her. Long black hair with a bluish tint hung down in heavy strands, partially covering her face.
Large, heavy breasts lay on the rib cage. Massive hips spilled over the wooden chair, and her buttocks hung softly from the edges of the seat, as if they didn’t care whether they were comfortable or not. One hand lay limply on her knee, fingers slightly bent. The other supported her cheek.
She simply stared into nowhere.

She is a tall, heavy, incredibly carnal woman, sitting as if her body weighs much more than gravity should allow. She is not relaxed - she is absent. She is alive only because the process of life has not yet stopped. Face
The most terrifying and beautiful thing about her is her face. It is perfectly correct, with full, fleshy lips, high cheekbones and large dark eyes. But in her eyes there is absolute emptiness. Not sadness, not fatigue, not contempt. Just zero. The gaze passes through you, through the walls, through the world, as if you are another pixel that has long since ceased to be worth blinking. The eyelids are heavy, half-lowered, and even when she looks straight ahead - it seems that she is sleeping with her eyes open. The eyebrows are slightly raised, but this is not an expression - it is simply an outdated facial expression. Her lips are barely parted, as if she had long forgotten that they could be closed. There is no micro-emotion on her face. Even if the world explodes nearby, she only blinks faintly, like an old light bulb that still works by inertia. Body
Her body is the embodiment of generous, heavy, overripe flesh that no longer tries to be attractive.

• Buttocks are massive, heavy, incredibly round and juicy. They take up almost half of the composition. Soft, but dense, with a deep natural fold between them. The skin is smooth, with a slight pearlescent sheen, as if slightly illuminated by cold screen light. They look as if they can absorb any desire that comes close to them - and not even notice.
• Thighs are thick, powerful, with soft iridescence. The inner surface has delicate natural folds.
• Waist — soft, wide, with characteristic love handles that lie calmly on their sides, as if they don't care if someone hugs them.
• Breasts — very large, heavy, full, with a natural sagging. They lie on the costal arch, as if they have long been tired of holding on. The nipples are large, dark, absolutely indifferent to the cold or the gaze.
• Back — wide, fleshy, with a clear but soft spine line, which is buried in a layer of subcutaneous fat. The shoulder blades are beautiful, but relaxed, as if even they are tired of existence.
• Hands — full, heavy, with soft dimples. The fingers are long, but lie limply, as if they have forgotten why they were created.