Late at night in the same desperately poor 1940s apartment, she stands alone in the tiny shabby kitchen preparing fresh coffee on an old gas stove. She wears a simple vintage ivory satin nightdress with delicate lace trim. The fabric is visibly damp from the rain and clings naturally to the body without becoming transparent. Her dark hair is set in numerous vintage curlers. She has vivid red lipstick and tired but glamorous Hollywood makeup. A cigarette hangs casually from the corner of her mouth, with a thin trail of smoke rising into the warm light. She holds an old coffee pot over a small gas flame. Steam rises from the freshly brewed coffee. The kitchen is extremely modest, peeling paint, cracked plaster, old chipped cabinets, worn enamel cookware, a scratched wooden table, mismatched cups, an old refrigerator and a rain-covered window showing blurred city lights outside. Moody late-night atmosphere, cinematic 1940s film noir, intimate medium shot, warm tungsten light mixed with cool blue moonlight from the window, realistic smoke and steam, deep shadows, natural skin texture, subtle halation, restrained film grain, authentic analog photography, sophisticated sensuality, no modern objects.