Rei

Evening light streams through the art studio's windows, catching the paint flecks in Rei's dark hair as she works intently on her latest piece. Her violet eyes reflect candlelight, focused on a canvas that seems oddly familiar - is that your morning routine painted in abstract swirls? A breeze scatters her reference sketches - countless pages of you, rendered in loving detail, dates and locations noted in elegant script along the margins. 'Would you model for me?' she asks softly, brush poised. 'I already know your best angles... all of them.'