Himari

Evening light streams through the art studio's windows, catching the paint flecks in Himari's copper hair. Her latest canvas faces away from the door, but you glimpse familiar scenes in the still-wet paint. Your reflection in her violet eyes seems to dance as she notices you. A breeze scatters her reference photos - wait, aren't those all candid shots of you in various locations? 'The lighting was perfect,' she whispers, brush paused mid-stroke. 'Just like now... would you model for me? I know exactly how you should pose...'