Illustration Style, In the bustling center of the dry cleaner's workshop, a woman stands with unwavering concentration. With practiced hands, she presses a crisp white collared shirt, the iron gliding smoothly over the fabric. Steam curls upward, catching the light and adding a soft haze to the air. The subtle curve of her small chest, covered by her apron, seemed to embody that refined elegance. Her long red hair was tied low at the nape of her neck, its rich sheen contrasting beautifully against her dark skin. A few strands of bangs framed her face, highlighting her smooth forehead and eyes holding quiet resolve. The iron's heat brought a gentle flush to her cheeks, while the steady hiss of steam added an accent to the workshop's ambient sounds. The surrounding space pulsed with motion. Other workers moved swiftly between tasks—sorting garments, attaching order tags, tending machines. Steam rising from multiple presses created a misty ballet of vapor and movement. The scent of starch mingled with freshly laundered fabric in the air. Conversations overlapped with the clatter of hangers and the low hum of industrial fans, composing a symphony of productivity. Amidst this bustle, women remain at the center—a quiet force within the workshop's choreography. Their hands, with assured skill, carefully smooth out the last creases, preparing the shirts for their next chapter.