The steampunk girl stood in front of the dark rundown city, her long red hair blowing in the wind. Her perfect face was framed by a black steampunk dress that hugged her curves perfectly. She held a picture of herself in her hands,

The steampunk girl stood in front of the dark rundown city, her long red hair blowing in the wind. Her perfect face was framed by a black steampunk dress that hugged her curves perfectly. She held a picture of herself in her hands, admiring it with intense focus. The wind whipped around her, causing her corset to billow out and reveal glimpses of the steampunk girl's perfect breasts. Her eyes were fixed on the photo, as if she was lost in thought or deep emotion. The storm raged around them, but they were both oblivious to its power and intensity.