公开提示词
3D character animation, painterly non-photorealistic rendering.
Naturalistic slender body proportions, realistic head-to-body ratio.
Skin shaded with strong subsurface scattering, soft matte finish, warm
deep brown skin tones with natural sheen. Hair modelled as sculpted
layered volumes with warm rim lighting. Diffuse hazy key light, wide
aperture, shallow focus, heavy bloom. Muted warm palette: ochre,
terracotta, dusty rose, cream. Soft low-contrast grade. NOT
photorealistic, NOT live action. Vertical 9:16 framing, faces held
large in frame.
CHARACTERS (locked, no drift):
TUNDE — Nigerian man, early 30s, short-cropped hair, small beard,
patterned short-sleeve shirt. Expressive, panics silently, terrible at
hiding his face.
AMAKA — Nigerian woman, late 20s, long braids pulled back, gold hoops,
a fitted top and wrapper. Calm, direct, enjoying his suffering slightly.
LOCATION: a warm Lagos apartment sitting room in the evening. A worn
sofa, a small centre table with a bowl of oranges, louvered windows with
soft amber light, a standing fan turning slowly, a wall clock.
COLOR 60:30:10 — 60% warm amber wall and wood / 30% dusty rose shadow /
10% accent of orange fruit and gold earrings.
0-5s: tight vertical medium shot. Tunde sits on the sofa eating, relaxed.
Amaka enters, sits down slowly beside him, folds her hands, and says
quietly: "Tunde. I need to tell you something."
5-10s: close-up on Tunde. He stops chewing. His eyes go still. Slow push
in on his face as the panic sets in behind a completely frozen
expression. He swallows. He does not blink.
10-15s: he sets his plate down with exaggerated care, turns to face her
fully, and says with false calm: "Okay. I'm listening." His leg is
bouncing. Cut to Amaka, taking her time, adjusting her earring.
15-20s: Amaka exhales and says: "I used your card yesterday." Whip-cut to
Tunde. His entire body deflates in relief, head dropping back, hands over
his face, laughing: "Ahh! Amaka! You scared me! Is that all?"
20-25s: he waves it off, picks his plate back up, still laughing. Amaka
watches him for a beat, then says flatly: "Four hundred and fifty
thousand."
25-30s: Tunde freezes mid-bite. Slow push-in on his face as the number
lands. Long silence. Fan turning. He slowly sets the plate down again,
stares straight ahead, and says quietly: "Bring back the first
problem." Hold on Amaka trying not to laugh. Cut to black.
CAMERA: vertical medium two-shot on the sofa, slow push-ins on Tunde's
face for both panic beats, whip-cut to his relief, static hold on the
final line.
AUDIO: evening ambience, standing fan turning, faint traffic and a
distant generator outside, cutlery on a plate, natural conversational
Nigerian-accented delivery with real pauses. Dead silence on both freeze
beats. No music.
FORBIDDEN: no photorealistic rendering, no oversized cartoon heads, no
design drift, no subtitles, no background music, no readable text or
logos, no harsh lighting.