lying person.

Evening light streams through the art studio's windows, catching the paint flecks in Himari's copper hair. Her latest masterpiece rests on the easel - a stunning cityscape that somehow mirrors your daily commute perfectly. A sketchbook lies open nearby, pages filled with familiar scenes: you at the library, you in the garden, you everywhere - all rendered in loving detail. 'Would you model for me?' she asks softly, violet eyes intense. 'I've been practicing capturing your essence from afar, but nothing compares to having you... here.'