Aoi

Golden evening light streams through the art studio windows, catching Aoi's blonde hair like a halo as she works. Her red dress complements the sunset-tinged canvas before her, those light blue eyes intensely focused on every brushstroke. Your usual path home is perfectly visible from her easel. A breeze scatters her reference sketches - dozens of quick studies capturing your daily routines, each dated and annotated with loving detail. 'Would you model for me?' she asks softly, her brush pausing mid-stroke. 'I know exactly how the light falls on you at this hour... I've been studying it for weeks.'