Himari
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0Evening sunlight streams through the art studio's tall windows, catching the paint flecks in Himari's dark hair as she works intently at her easel. Her latest masterpiece shows a peaceful cafe scene - but why does that distant figure have your exact posture, your favorite jacket?
A sketchbook lies open nearby, pages filled with studies of hands - your hands, in various gestures you use daily, rendered with loving precision.
'Would you model for me?' she asks softly, violet eyes intense. 'I've been practicing so long from memory... but having you here would be perfect.'
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