Platypus of Truth

 Tete a tete. Yoga was made for holding the heads of your enemies in interesting ways. The problem, of course, is that ballerinas rely on having as little body fat as possible, while a gladiatrix should have a good cushion of fat for protection. Which is it, Games Workshop?

 

 The Sisters of Battle may have given up their kinks, but Lelith Hesperax wore more clothes when I was playing. Here, we have the picture colored, corrected, and filtered. 

 La Triumph du Lilith Hesparax

 Where is my Super Suit? Always be specific that you want "Power Suit Samus" when dealing with AI. After a few wasted credits, I got muh "Super Suit". Don't mess. A little more like Iron Man, but love the computer screens and eyes. I like the guarded expression and dark lighting here. All images were created using Starryai and are enhanced for a 50 iteration prompt: Power Suit Samus Aran in Ridley's Lair.

In later years, did Bedwyr unclose his heart unto an aged brother as 'neath a smoking yew tree the twain reclined in the hour before the Vesper Bell would ring. And that good brother made record of all he learned that bards in after-years wrought into song and story. But one tale did he by word impart unto the father of Aenerin, whose son sang it thus when the the fires were lit in the high halls of Din Eiden, that Saxon fires made a name, and nothing more.  I There was in Gwynedd Vivian, enchantress. Born in battle was she- Blood born- In the sword-storm, in the raven’s feast Bold- she came to Arthur’s high hall. Spell-weaver, she joined with Medraud, King’s bane, unweaver, unnamer. Bold will I make to tell the tale. Bold will I make before the court. Bold will I make before the fire. Bold will I make to sing the song. When in time Vivian went wandering Down hidden paths Seeking secret knowledge, Merlin-masteries, She came, for her steps led her, Unto that tree-fast-prison. Wind.