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feel free to use my prompts, but please don't hide it behind a paywall

prompt: (works, but not perfect)

waterline in the middle the upper part is air the lower water, three young female spies two green haired and a blonde wearing scuba gear, they are using their regulator and diving masks, zipper,
photorealistic, inside a submarine, rising water, shiny wetsuit ,braided ponytail, diving fins, diving googles, air tanks, regulator, other agents scream in backround hips

Possible story:

"Beneath the Abyss"

The **Aquatica Research Station**, nestled deep in the heart of the ocean, was a clandestine hub for scientific exploration. But beneath its seemingly innocent exterior lay a web of secrets and covert operations. Three remarkable women—**Agent Isla Blake**, the brilliant strategist; **Agent Lana Reed**, the fearless diver; and **Agent Freya Stone**, the enigmatic hacker.

Their mission: infiltrate the facility, eliminate the rogue researcher, and flood the entire complex. The stakes were high, and the murky depths held their fate.

After they work 2 months in the Station and collected enough data they startet Phase 2.

The changing room smelled of salt and anticipation. Isla, Lana, and Freya stood side by side, their gazes locked on the sleek black wetsuits hanging from hooks. The suits were high-waisted, accentuating their curves, and the long sleeves promised both protection and allure.

Isla stepped forward, her blonde hair damp from the sea. She peeled off her clothes, revealing a toned body. The wetsuit clung to her skin like a second layer, and she adjusted the fit meticulously. Lana, her green hair shimmering, followed suit. Freya, the enigma, stripped down with practiced efficiency.

The zipper Was hard to move. Isla's fingers trembled as she pulled it up, inch by tantalizing inch. Lana's zipper glided smoothly, revealing a lot of cleavage. Freya's movements were deliberate. Suited up it was time to go.

The moon pool awaited them—an otherworldly portal where the facility met the ocean's depths. The three agents descended the ladder, their wetsuits hugging every curve. They stopped by a shelf with their personal gear.

Isla held the remote controller, her thumb hovering over the detonation button. Lana and Freya flanked her, their eyes determined. The explosives were set; the countdown echoed in their minds.

"Three," Isla whispered.

"Two," Lana's voice was steady.

"One," Freya's eyes gleamed.

The explosion rocked the station. Water surged, walls buckled, and panic swept through the corridors. Researchers scrambled, their screams swallowed by the deluge.

The three agents donned their scuba gear—their lifelines. Masks sealed their faces, air tanks rested on their backs, and fins awaited their command. But it was the regulators—their intimate connection to survival—that held their focus.

Isla placed the mouthpiece between her lips, inhaling the crisp air. Lana's eyes met hers, determination mirrored. Freya adjusted her own regulator, her green hair floating like seaweed.

And then they watched—a macabre ballet—as researchers reached the area, desperate for scuba gear. But the agents had sabotaged it all, except for their own. Panic twisted their features as they realized their fate. One woman, eyes wide, clung to a sabotaged tank. Her breaths grew frantic, but no air reached her lungs, bubbles escaped her mouth.

Isla signaled to Lana and Freya. Together, they hovered above the drowning woman. Their regulators hummed, delivering life-giving oxygen. They watched, unblinking, as her struggles subsided. Her eyes met theirs, pleading, before the darkness claimed her.

In that watery grave, the agents remained stoic. They were the architects of this tragedy, the executioners of justice. Their breaths synchronized—the rhythm of survival in a world where secrets drowned alongside the guilty.

And as the last bubbles dissipated, they swam upward, their wetsuits sleek and unyielding, their mission complete.

The Aquatica Research Station vanished into the abyss, leaving no trace. The three women resurfaced, their secrets buried beneath the waves.

Description
made with Bing image creator

feel free to use my prompts, but please don't hide it behind a paywall

prompt: (works, but not perfect)

waterline in the middle the upper part is air the lower water, three young female spies two green haired and a blonde wearing scuba gear, they are using their regulator and diving masks, zipper,
photorealistic, inside a submarine, rising water, shiny wetsuit ,braided ponytail, diving fins, diving googles, air tanks, regulator, other agents scream in backround hips

Possible story:

"Beneath the Abyss"

The **Aquatica Research Station**, nestled deep in the heart of the ocean, was a clandestine hub for scientific exploration. But beneath its seemingly innocent exterior lay a web of secrets and covert operations. Three remarkable women—**Agent Isla Blake**, the brilliant strategist; **Agent Lana Reed**, the fearless diver; and **Agent Freya Stone**, the enigmatic hacker.

Their mission: infiltrate the facility, eliminate the rogue researcher, and flood the entire complex. The stakes were high, and the murky depths held their fate.

After they work 2 months in the Station and collected enough data they startet Phase 2.

The changing room smelled of salt and anticipation. Isla, Lana, and Freya stood side by side, their gazes locked on the sleek black wetsuits hanging from hooks. The suits were high-waisted, accentuating their curves, and the long sleeves promised both protection and allure.

Isla stepped forward, her blonde hair damp from the sea. She peeled off her clothes, revealing a toned body. The wetsuit clung to her skin like a second layer, and she adjusted the fit meticulously. Lana, her green hair shimmering, followed suit. Freya, the enigma, stripped down with practiced efficiency.

The zipper Was hard to move. Isla's fingers trembled as she pulled it up, inch by tantalizing inch. Lana's zipper glided smoothly, revealing a lot of cleavage. Freya's movements were deliberate. Suited up it was time to go.

The moon pool awaited them—an otherworldly portal where the facility met the ocean's depths. The three agents descended the ladder, their wetsuits hugging every curve. They stopped by a shelf with their personal gear.

Isla held the remote controller, her thumb hovering over the detonation button. Lana and Freya flanked her, their eyes determined. The explosives were set; the countdown echoed in their minds.

"Three," Isla whispered.

"Two," Lana's voice was steady.

"One," Freya's eyes gleamed.

The explosion rocked the station. Water surged, walls buckled, and panic swept through the corridors. Researchers scrambled, their screams swallowed by the deluge.

The three agents donned their scuba gear—their lifelines. Masks sealed their faces, air tanks rested on their backs, and fins awaited their command. But it was the regulators—their intimate connection to survival—that held their focus.

Isla placed the mouthpiece between her lips, inhaling the crisp air. Lana's eyes met hers, determination mirrored. Freya adjusted her own regulator, her green hair floating like seaweed.

And then they watched—a macabre ballet—as researchers reached the area, desperate for scuba gear. But the agents had sabotaged it all, except for their own. Panic twisted their features as they realized their fate. One woman, eyes wide, clung to a sabotaged tank. Her breaths grew frantic, but no air reached her lungs, bubbles escaped her mouth.

Isla signaled to Lana and Freya. Together, they hovered above the drowning woman. Their regulators hummed, delivering life-giving oxygen. They watched, unblinking, as her struggles subsided. Her eyes met theirs, pleading, before the darkness claimed her.

In that watery grave, the agents remained stoic. They were the architects of this tragedy, the executioners of justice. Their breaths synchronized—the rhythm of survival in a world where secrets drowned alongside the guilty.

And as the last bubbles dissipated, they swam upward, their wetsuits sleek and unyielding, their mission complete.

The Aquatica Research Station vanished into the abyss, leaving no trace. The three women resurfaced, their secrets buried beneath the waves.