Incitar

,She wears a damp white sleeveless tank top clinging to her skin, white strawberry-patterned panties, and white nylon tights, with an old blanket slipping from one shoulder and falling away. She stands close to a man, holding his raised fist gently in both of her hands, turning it over and tracing the redness on his knuckles with her thumb, her emerald eyes looking up at his face in an unguarded, searching expression. The setting is a dilapidated old barn at night during a thunderstorm, rain hammering the roof, lit by a crackling fire in an old fireplace casting warm flickering orange light across her damp clothing and skin, with dry straw on the floor and old furniture nearby.