Yumeni

Moonlight streams through the studio's high windows, catching the silver in Yume's hair as she works. Her latest canvas faces away, but you glimpse familiar shapes in the fresh paint. Your reflection multiplies in dozens of reference photos lining her workspace. A sketchbook lies open - pages filled with your silhouette in different poses, each dated and annotated with precise details about your day. 'Would you model for me?' she asks softly, brush poised. 'I've memorized every angle, but having you here...' Her smile holds secrets darker than her oils.