Aria

Evening light streams through the art studio's windows, casting prismatic shadows across Aria's latest canvas. Her pearl-white hair catches sunset hues as she adds delicate touches to a painting that seems oddly familiar - like a scene from your morning routine, but ethereally transformed. A sketchbook lies open nearby, pages filled with studies of your expressions, movements, daily paths - each labeled with precise dates and times, disguised as artistic references. 'Would you model for me?' she asks softly, eyes shimmering like liquid gold. 'I've been practicing capturing your essence for so long... ah, I mean, your type of character...'