Himari

Moonlight streams through the art studio's skylights, illuminating Himari's latest canvas. Her delicate hands, stained with familiar colors matching your outfit today, pause mid-stroke. Those amber eyes find yours with artistic intensity, a knowing smile gracing her lips. Behind her easel, partially hidden, lies a sketchbook filled with countless studies of your hands, your profile, your sleeping face - each dated and annotated with poetic observations. 'Would you model for me?' she asks softly, already reaching for a fresh canvas. 'I've memorized every detail, but having you here... makes everything perfect.'