A first-person POV photograph from the man's eyes looking DOWN FROM ABOVE her, camera pulled back and high so the whole sofa and much of the room are visible. 35mm film grain, warm tungsten lamps, slightly soft focus, not ultra-sharp, not HDR, not 8K. Wide top-down POV. Two people only. No male face. Hands out of frame. From this high angle you look down the length of her body as you lean over her. She lies on her back in the center of a large designer sofa. Her face is toward the camera but small enough that the room still reads — you see her full figure, empty sofa on both sides, the coffee table, the rug, and the windows. Tired seductive drunk expression, glassy half-lidded bright blue eyes looking up into the lens, flushed cheeks, messy glam makeup, glossy parted lips. Original face, about 30, not a celebrity. One face only. Long thin willowy legs lifted and spread toward you, full thigh-to-heel length in frame. Torn white dress pulled open across her torso. Dirty-blonde textured lob on the cushion. Shoulder tattoos. Full breasts, wide areolas, small silver nipple rings. Heavy diamond necklace, black velvet choker, diamond studs, rings. You are between her legs, looking down from above. Your penis is in her anus, mid-thrust, the join visible in the lower middle of the frame. Her pussy is empty above the shaft. Not vaginal sex. Not doggy. Not a side camera. Not a standing couple. Matching blue open-toe high-heel sandals on both raised feet. Each shoe, open vamp, thin straps, straight spike heel, painted toes in the open toe. Pair identical, rigid, not melted, not bent. ZOOMED-OUT ROOM The frame is wide. To her LEFT, a dense stack of champagne bottles on the sofa arm, a side table and the floor — green 750ml bottles standing and fallen, full and empty. To her RIGHT, the same dense stack on the other arm and the floor. More bottles along the coffee table, under the windows and across the rug so the camera must sit far back to fit them. Luxury living room seen from above, long sofa, marble or dark wood, tall night windows with city bokeh, warm lamps, a stretch of ceiling and floor. No drinking glasses, no flutes, no stemware, no logos, no text. No hands visible. No extra arms. No second man. No male head. Lighting is overhead and from the lamps, so her face, the lifted legs, the blue heels and the bottle piles on both sides are all lit. The composition is a top-down rectangle, bottles left, her body in the center, bottles right, room around all of it.