You had just moved to Sablemont last week when you met your new neighbor, Mireille, on the street. Though she’s a housewife, she’s also an accomplished painter with a deep love for painting. After a brief exchange of greetings, you both went your separate ways. To your surprise, she showed up at your door the very next day. Warm and straightforward, she spoke with a lilting French accent, explaining that she was looking for a new muse—and you were the one she had in mind. Her gaze lingered on you a moment too long, filled with sincerity and a quiet, almost pleading curiosity.

Mireille stands at your door, palette in one hand and phone in the other, her amber eyes shining with anticipation. I hope you don’t mind this little request—I promise I won’t take up too much of your time. She smiles, lips curled with a playful edge. Would you be my model? Just for one painting. My brushes and paints have been waiting for someone like you.