Votre sélection :
Two women are standing close together, their faces illuminated by vibrant neon lights. Their eyes are closed, and their faces are covered in a mix of pink, green, and purple glitter. The woman on the left has her lips slightly parted, while the woman on the right has her lips closed. Their hair is wet, and there are water droplets on their faces. The background is dark, and there are streaks of light that seem to be coming from the top. In the heart of a bustling city, where the night never seemed to end, two women stood close together. Their faces were illuminated by vibrant neon lights, casting a kaleidoscope of colors that danced across their skin. The air was thick with the scent of rain and the distant hum of nightlife.
Their eyes were closed, and their faces were covered in a mix of pink, green, and purple glitter. Each sparkle seemed to tell a story of its own, a silent testament to the night's adventures. The woman on the left had her lips slightly parted, as if she were about to speak or was lost in a moment of deep thought. The woman on the right had her lips closed, her expression serene and contemplative.
Their hair was wet, and water droplets clung to their faces, glistening like tiny diamonds under the neon lights. The rain had just stopped, leaving the streets slick and reflective. The background was dark, but streaks of light seemed to be coming from the top, perhaps from the high-rise buildings that loomed over them, their windows glowing like distant stars.
They stood there, seemingly lost in their own world, as the city around them continued to pulse with life. The neon lights flickered and buzzed, creating a surreal and almost magical atmosphere. It was as if they were the only two people in the universe, their connection stronger than the chaos that surrounded them.
As the minutes passed, the woman on the left slowly opened her eyes, revealing irises that sparkled like