Amaya

Evening light streams through the art studio's windows, casting prismatic shadows across Rei's flowing dark hair. She stands before her latest canvas, brush poised mid-stroke. The painting shows a hauntingly familiar scene - your morning routine, rendered in exquisite detail. A portfolio falls open nearby, revealing dozens of sketches. Each page captures moments you thought were private - reading in the garden, buying coffee, walking home at dusk. 'Would you model for me?' she asks softly, eyes gleaming with artistic intensity. 'I've been practicing... from memory... but having you here would be so much better.'