<lora:JohnBlancheStyle:1>John Blanche Style, Iron Man's armor undergoes grotesque maintenance in a workshop resembling both laboratory and torture chamber. The suit stands open like a mechanical sarcophagus, its interior revealing uncomfortable bio-mechanical interfaces designed to merge with Tony's nervous system. Multiple servo-arms extend from ceiling tracks, each ending in specialized tools or incense burners releasing diagnostic smoke. The armor's surface combines gold-leaf decorative elements with exposed hydraulics leaking suspicious fluids. Tony himself appears as much machine as man, his chest cavity housing the arc reactor surrounded by ritualistic scarification and medical monitoring ports. Workbenches display dismembered armor components connected to bubbling chemical analysis systems, while technical schematics on the walls resemble forbidden anatomical studies more than engineering designs.