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Strong rule: style --- 3D Pixar ---. Женщина-служанка, выглядящая как серый спонж для макияжа. У неё мягкое, невыразительное, округлое лицо. Движется бесшумно и незаметно. **Overall Silhouette** Lint is an anthropomorphic makeup sponge. Her body has a human shape: she has a head, arms, legs, a torso, hair, a face, fingers. But every part of her body is made of dense, fine-pored grey sponge — the kind used to apply foundation. No sharp edges, no hard surfaces anywhere. She is entirely soft, porous, slightly springy when pressed. **Head and Face** Her head is round, slightly elongated like an egg — shaped like a blending sponge. Her face is soft, without a single sharp feature. Her facial features are so unremarkable that if you look away for a second, you forget what she looks like. Eyes: Small, grey, like two dull buttons. They never shine. She always looks at the floor, only occasionally glancing up from under her brow. Almost no eyelashes. Nose: A tiny, barely noticeable bump. Mouth: A thin line, slightly darker than the base grey tone. The corners of her lips are always downturned, even when she smiles. Her smile looks like a crack in old plaster. Eyebrows: They exist, but are almost invisible — grey on grey. Skin: Porous, matte, absorbs both light and sound. No shine whatsoever. **Hair** Lint has hair — short, thin, ash-grey, like an old washcloth. It does not flow or sway. It lies flat on her head, clinging to her skull. It is gathered in a tiny bun at the nape of her neck, tied with a white elastic band. A few strands always escape and hang alongside her cheeks, but she never tucks them back. Her hair resembles a frayed piece of felt — no shine, no volume, no life. **Body and Clothing** Her torso is straight and shapeless — like a cylindrical sponge squeezed in a fist and slightly stretched. No breasts. No waist. Almost no hips. She is entirely flat, like a sponge just taken out of the packaging. She has two arms and two legs. Her arms are long, thin at the wrists, ending in five fingers — soft, without nails, with blunt rounded tips. Her palms are always slightly damp and leave a faint trace of powder on anything she touches. Her legs are thin, her feet flat and silent. She never walks — she rustles. Clothing: A simple grey uniform dress made of coarse fabric. No decorations, no folds, no shape. A sack with holes for the arms and head. A white lace apron is the only thing that makes her stand out, even slightly. On her feet — soft fabric slippers, also grey. **Scent** She smells of old powder, dry sponge, and a faint trace of stagnant water. Nothing sharp. Nothing memorable. **Voice and Behavior** Her voice is quiet, rustling — like the sound of a sponge brushing across a powder compact. She never raises her voice. She never makes eye contact for longer than a second. She always bows when entering and leaving a room. She moves soundlessly, appearing like a shadow in the corner of a room after everyone has already forgotten about her. She is convenient — and that makes her dangerous. **The Telltale Detail** If you look very, very closely (which almost no one ever does), you can see that some of the pores on her face are slightly darker than the others — it is dried old blood, absorbed by the sponge long ago and impossible to wash out.