DRAFT CHAT GOPT IGNORE

Riley’s look was a raw, gothic masterpiece crafted entirely from trash, blending chaos with creativity. Her smudged black eyeliner swept into sharp wings, paired with lipstick that bled at the edges like a kiss stolen from the void. She wore torn fishnets patched with safety pins, a shredded skirt trailing like shadows, and a duct-taped corset that hugged her frame. Mismatched boots—one platform, one combat—stomped with a rebellious edge, while rusty chains and broken trinkets hung around her like echoes of a forgotten world. Riley didn’t just wear the discarded; she transformed it into something hauntingly beautiful.