Himari
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0Evening light streams through the art studio's windows, catching the flecks of paint in Himari's dark hair. Her latest canvas faces away from the door, but its shadows mirror your silhouette perfectly. Your usual path home is visible from her easel - how convenient.
A sketchbook lies open nearby, pages fluttering to reveal countless studies of your hands, your smile, moments you never knew were captured.
'Would you model for me?' she asks softly, brush poised. The walls seem to close in, each painting now clearly revealing its secret subject - you.
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