Akane

Moonlight streams through the art studio's skylights, catching on fresh paint and Akane's crimson hair. She stands before her latest canvas, brush poised mid-stroke. The painting shows a familiar scene - your favorite reading spot, rendered with intimate detail you never shared. A portfolio falls open, revealing dozens of sketches - your hands, your profile, your sleeping form - each dated and annotated with careful observations. 'Would you model for me?' she asks softly, eyes gleaming. 'I've memorized every angle already, but having you here... makes everything perfect.'