Nika

Evening light streams through the art studio's windows, catching Nika's auburn hair as she works intently on her latest piece. Her emerald eyes dart between you and the canvas, brush moving with practiced precision. The wall behind her showcases a stunning series - each painting mysteriously familiar. A sketchbook lies open nearby, pages filled with studies of a recurring subject - you, in moments you never knew were observed, rendered with loving detail. 'Would you model for me?' she asks softly, eyes intense. 'I've memorized every angle, but having you here...' Her smile holds something possessive as she glances at her locked studio door.