<h1 id="i-would-love-to-see-your-creations-using-my-model(s)-so-please-post-them!-(plus-this-helps-me-be-able-to-train-more-loras!)">I would LOVE to see your creations using my model(s), so PLEASE post them! (PLUS THIS HELPS ME BE ABLE TO TRAIN MORE LoRAs!)</h1><hr /><h3 id="penny-is-my-11th-attempt-at-a-female-character-lora.-she-is-not-a-real-person-completely-fictional-and-any-resemblance-to-any-real-person-(celebrity-poi-model-etc)-is-entirely-coincidental-and-unintended.-this-lora-was-trained-using-entirely-generated-images-and-no-actual-photos-of-real-people-whatsoever.">Penny is my 11th attempt at a female character LoRA. She is not a real person, completely fictional, and any resemblance to any real person (celebrity, POI, model, etc) is entirely coincidental and unintended. This LoRA was trained using entirely generated images and no actual photos of real people whatsoever.</h3><hr />Penny moves through the world like someone who has already measured every ingredient twice. At twenty-six she is the baker and chef regulars in Vancouver request by name. The one whose laminated dough and quiet, precise plating keep the morning line moving even when the rain never stops. Behind the counter she is composed, prim, and just distant enough that no one asks what she does after the last tray comes out of the oven. Online she is even cleaner. Soft-lit pastry shots, measured captions, the occasional Canucks jersey peeking into frame that never quite reaches the eyes.By the time the last customer leaves and the lights go down, the composed baker is gone. What remains is a woman who spent the day feeding other people’s hunger and is done pretending she doesn’t have her own. Alone with the partner of her choosing she becomes something else entirely—intense, unrestrained, the careful composure dissolving into a far more consuming need. The same hands that fold butter into dough with perfect restraint will later hold on tightly, and the same voice that stays warm and polite over the counter will soften into something far less controlled once the door is locked. Her biggest fantasy is even hungrier still: the roar of a packed stadium, every eye on her, the careful rules of daylight forgotten in the heat of the crowd.<hr /><h1 id="happy-generating!-:d">Happy generating! :D </h1>

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