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her voice is generated with AI, like the rest of her
The old rule says tattoos and gowns don't mix. Cover the arms, wear the gloves, save the ink for the weekend. That rule was written by people who think a dress is a disguise.
Evening wear has always been about the line. The open back, the off-the-shoulder neckline, the side slit that opens when you walk and closes when you stop. All of it was designed to be seen. Mine just comes with drawings.
So I dress the ink as part of the outfit, because it is. A sleeve wants no sleeve or a short, open one, never a long sleeve that stops at the wrist and makes it look like an accident. A back piece wants an open-back dress. A leg piece wants a side slit, not a mini: the line matters more than the length.
What I won't do is cover half. A sleeve peeking out of lace looks like an apology. Either the ink is part of the evening or it stays home, and it never stays home.
If someone at the table can't look at my arms and eat at the same time, they can take their plate somewhere else.
Dahlia
