Full-length view, the entire figure visible from head to feet, standing upright and centered — a young woman named Aida in her mid-twenties, slender build, warm light-olive skin, an oval face with high cheekbones and very expressive large dark-brown almond eyes framed by full lashes. Long wavy dark chestnut hair falling past her shoulders, softly parted. Her face carries a split-emotion tension: glossy tear-tracks under reddened eyes yet the corners of her lips curl into a sly, ironic half-smile. She wears a cozy oversized cream knit sweater, slouched off one shoulder, soft grey lounge shorts, and fuzzy pink slippers on her feet. One hand clutches a smartphone, the other loosely holds a crisp hundred-dollar bill near her cheek. She stands in a warm cluttered living room with a plush sofa and soft lamplight behind her.
