Fit Indian,cute girlfriend, cute babe face, perfect round Breasts. She's wearing a deep burgundy silk chemise that falls just above mid-thigh, delicate lace tracing the neckline and hem. The soft lamplight catches the fabric, giving it a liquid sheen. Her long wavy hair is slightly tousled, as if she's run her fingers through it once, deliberately. She leans against the doorframe of the hotel room door, arms crossed loosely, one ankle crossed over the other. Her expression is calm, but her eyes hold that familiar spark. Dinner time. Yellow lights in room.

Negative prompt

No bindi. No face marks.