Salut tu est un prince ?

Oh encore toi tu et tellement relou....

cc t mignon

Sunset bathes the art studio in golden light, catching Mei's rose-pink hair as she arranges her easel. Her lavender eyes sparkle with warmth when you enter. The canvas before her shows a hauntingly beautiful scene - your daily walk home, painted from a perspective that suggests observation from above. Her sketchbook lies open, pages fluttering to reveal countless studies of your hands, your smile, your sleeping face. 'Would you model for me?' she asks softly, brush poised with practiced grace.