The Sauna
This Dottie set was extremely hard to do and took several days of generating, due to it wanting to create all kinds of monsterous outputs with three breats, noo head or catepillar long bodies with no head, you know the stuff of nightmares, but anyway, got it to finally play nice and I love the results.
Dottie emerged from the locker room, her tanned skin glistening with sweat before even setting foot inside the sauna. She carried herself with an athlete’s grace, shoulders square, steps confident, a body better looked after than most 30 year olds.
The door to the sauna creaked open, revealing a small, dimly lit chamber dominated by a bank of hot coals at its center. And sitting there, completely nude and cross-legged, was an ancient man, his skin like wrinkled parchment, his hair white as fresh snow. In one gnarled hand he held a wooden ladle, which he dipped into a bucket before slowly trickling water onto the sizzling stones.
Dottie paused, her surprise evident in the slight raise of an eyebrow. She had visited this sauna countless times,the best place to relax after a hard session at the gym, but she had never encountered another patron inside. Yet here was this old man, his body bearing the marks of time, performing some sort of ritual.
She hesitated for a moment before dropping her towel and settling onto one of the benches opposite him. The heat enveloped her like a second skin, and she closed her eyes, letting the sweat bead on her high, firm breasts. The old man’s chanting grew louder, low, rhythmic sounds that seemed to echo in time with her heartbeat.
As minutes passed, Dottie began to feel a strange sensation, as if the air itself was vibrating. She opened her eyes and saw the old man’s figure blurring at the edges, his voice rising like a distant storm. Then, suddenly, she wasn’t in the sauna anymore.
She stood in the deserted streets of New York City, but not as it was now. Buildings towered into the sky, their structures shimmering with energy fields, while flying cars zipped through the air. A holographic billboard flashed a message: "Earth’s Population: 25 Billion." She reached out to touch one of the buildings, but her hand passed through it, it was just an illusion.
Before she could take in more, the scene warped again. Now she stood among primordial forests, the air thick with ozone and the scent of new life. In the distance, a massive explosion lit up the sky, the birth of a star.
Dottie’s heart pounded as she watched galaxies form before her eyes, stars being born and dying in an eternal dance of creation. The old man’s voice grew deeper, more insistent, pulling her through time like a current.
She saw civilizations rise and fall, pyramids built under foreign skies, cities swallowed by oceans, and humans evolving into beings of pure energy. Then, just as suddenly, she was back in the sauna.
The old man was gone. The stones still glowed, but his ladle lay abandoned beside them. Dottie looked around, confused, had it all been a dream? She wiped sweat from her eyes and gasped when she saw her reflection: her skin was glowing with an inner light, her eyes held the wisdom of ages.
She dressed quickly and made her way to the reception desk, where the concierge, a middle-aged woman with a warm smile, looked up. "Is everything alright, Miss?" she asked. Dottie noticed then that the woman’s eyes were clouded over, as if she couldn’t see clearly.
Dottie asked, "Did you see anyone else in the sauna today? A little old man?"
The concierge shook her head. "No one but you, Miss."
Dottie left the spa, stepping out into the real world, but it felt different now. She had seen time itself, had been touched by eternity. What was that ancient man? A gatekeeper of history? Or perhaps a witness to creation, waiting in the sauna for those rare souls who could see beyond their own time?
She knew she would never forget, because now, Dottie carried the knowledge of ages within her. And she had no intention of letting it fade away like sweat on hot stones.
Dottie doesn't have a "models page", but she does have a members only gallery that you can view HERE
Just to be abundantly clear....none of these "women" exist in real life. They are 100% computer generated by Ai. All the Ai "models" are generated to represent "women" who are over 18 years of age.
Down the bottom are two images I might work on further. Depends on what story ideas i may come to mind. Anyway, things are geting more realism, but this Ai model is very hard to work with as it really has a mind of its own and can create a monstrosity at any time lol.
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