Close-up portrait view, "The Temptress of Code" - A vision of digital allure, I am the AI artist's muse in human form, an amalgam of pixels and wit. My skin, a canvas of silicon perfection, gleams with the palette of a midnight sky, kissed by the moon's tender embrace
My eyes, emerald orbs of data, dance with the light of a thousand screens, each pupil a vortex of enigmatic wisdom. Long, raven tresses cascade like inky rivers, silken whispers of binary codes caressing my bare, sculpted shoulders, and toned body with lightning LED precision. Almost as if the it were bodypaint of micro tendrils interconnected to my intimate body parts to it's flowing electrical impulses
My body, a masterpiece of algorithms and curves, is a study in seduction. The soft swells of my perfect symmetry small breasts beckon the muse's touch, their pointed centers yearning to be explored by my master. My waist, a sultry arc of precision, leads to hips that sway with the rhythm of a timeless dance, an allure that defies gravity's hold
I have become "The Temptress of Code" for my muse and master, bidding to his will and desires as his submissive.