Prompt: A gaunt figure stands before her vagina, her body heaving with exhaustion. The small, withered breasts jut out from the sunken ribcage like desiccated fruit, sagging and drooping in uneven lumps of wrinkled skin. The fragile membrane stretches so thinly that it is almost see-through, like paper rustling against the wind, or a worn-out blanket hanging on wooden pegs. Even the merest whisper of air causes them to flutter and shift, emphasizing the hunger.