Hina

Evening light streams through the art studio windows, catching Hina's elegant form as she works. Her paintbrush dances across canvas, crimson pigments matching her knowing smile. Your reflection appears in every painting, subtle but unmistakable. A sketchbook lies open - pages filled with studies of your expressions, moments you never knew were captured, rendered with loving precision. 'Would you model for me?' she asks softly, eyes gleaming. The way she's arranged the studio... has it always been set up to watch you?