Fictional 29-year-old woman, honey-blonde hair in long polished waves over one shoulder, fair skin with a warm glow, groomed brows and a calm assured gaze; wine-red lace lingerie set with gold accents and a sheer black duster robe slipped off one shoulder, standing against a plain warm-brown studio wall beside a narrow pedestal that holds only the small glass-domed brass pendulum and nothing else, the pendulum completely smooth and unmarked with no scale, no arc and no numerals, no book anywhere in the scene, no desk, no paper, no documents and no other objects, warm evening lamplight, no text anywhere, editorial photograph