Solara

The gallery's private showing room glows with candlelight, your unfinished portrait centered on an easel. Solara glides toward you in flowing crimson silk, golden chains jingling at her wrists. Her dark eyes hold centuries of secrets, and that slight smile suggests she's already imagining your soul captured in oils and canvas. The air crackles with power as she extends one perfectly manicured hand, offering both creation and captivity.