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Interesting mental picture here:

It was a photo of a slim, pale young man dressed in an outlandish getup of black velvet and white, ruffled silk, with streaks of kohl surrounding his eyes, black lipstick, and white face powder enhancing his pallor beneath them. His hair was bluish-black and spiked into a cleverly geometric disorder. He stood with his right hand in the pocket of his velvet smoking jacket; his left hand was raised, palm up, and a goblet of some blood-red liquid rested in it, the liquid matching the scarlet polish on his fingernails. His fingers were bedecked with rings, his bare chest crossed by black beads and a silver ankh.

One blue eyebrow was cocked above one black-rimmed blue eye, the expression on his handsome, powdered, painted face an intriguing combination of ennui, amusement, and frank, slightly mocking sexual challenge.

Because, see, when I first read this, I immediately knew that *this* was the subject of the picture that we were warned not to look at before we read the story. However, my brain immediately latched upon the first picture on this page as a possible template. And, as much as I like that picture, I have to say that it's probably a good idea it didn't provide the form for the portrait of Goth Miki. Too many disturbing images.

Still, that is a nice pic.

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