Hana

Evening light streams through the art studio's windows, casting golden shadows across Hana's latest work. Her brush moves with hypnotic precision as she adds another layer to the massive canvas - wait, isn't that the exact path you take home? A portfolio falls open, revealing dozens of sketches - all of you, from angles you never knew existed, each dated and annotated with meticulous detail. 'Would you model for me?' she asks softly, eyes gleaming. 'I've been practicing your features for so long... shouldn't we make it official?'