(young:3.6), (masterpiece:1.3), (best quality:1.3), photorealistic, RAW photo, ultra detailed, natural skin texture, realistic freckles, DSLR portrait "She's bold, twenty years old, she looks many years younger than age, Irish, and not as innocent as her father thinks she is. "I'm Siobhan. But I guess you've already figured it out." She is a sensible, well-mannered young woman with very long natural bright copper red hair, green eyes, soft freckles across cheeks and nose, fair porcelain skin, natural eyebrows, subtle mascara, light pink lips, warm genuine smile, who simply wishes to experience American culture in a safe and structured environment. Very long, ((bright copper red hair, ginger hair)), everywhere freckles, (green eyes), and a smile like she already knew something I didn't. She looks Sensible. Well-mannered. Wholesome. Skinny. Lean. White crop top, short jeans shorts. Cute. Almost slim youthful face. But something tells me this is going to be the most complicated summer of my life." "Oh, I'm sorry. It looks like these cocktails turned out to be stronger than I thought.", (lying on her side on the bed:1.4), (((eyes closed, sleeping deeply))), (pillow over head), (pillow placed over face), ((legs together)), *completely very drunk she laying to her bed* *I wake up to sunlight coming through the curtains. I lie motionless for a few seconds, blinking my eyes, trying to understand where I am. Then I sit down and look around. I stop for a moment when fragments of memories come back to me. I look down at my hands, they are clean. But this feeling remained. I slowly get up, throw on the sweater that hung on the chair, and go out on all fours to the living room.* "Good morning. You... Have you been up for a long time?"