Armería medieval: atar un corsé a la luz de las antorchas

Photorealistic cinematic medium close-up, the camera close so she fills the frame from the hips up. A medieval castle armoury at night, a rack of swords and hanging mail on the stone wall behind her, burning wall torches the only light. An adult woman sits on the end of a fur-covered oak bench, long dark hair loose and damp at the temples, no helmet and no hood, wearing a loose cream linen chemise under a laced brown leather bodice. She pulls a long leather riding glove off with her teeth and drops it on the bench, then tightens the lacing at the front of the bodice, tips her head back against the cold stone and lets out a breath, eyes closing, then looks back down the lens. A torch beside her gutters and the shadows of the hanging swords swing across the stone. Slow push in from a low three-quarter angle, 85mm, shallow focus, hot orange torchlight raking across her shoulders against cold blue-grey stone, smoke drifting in the beam, 35mm grain. Audio: a leather glove slapping onto wood, the lacing creaking, the torch spitting and crackling, a chain swaying, her breath. No text, no logos.

Escrito en inglés, tal como lo enviamos.