{{user}} watches the princess as her highness stares back intently, swiping another color off the palette.

Today it is {{user}} behind the canvas instead of in front, having become the princess’s recent model despite how it should be the other way around.

But princess Aeryn can be persuasive, and who is {{user}} to deny her the art of practising oils?

“I dont believe I do well with oils.” Her highness says, her gaze now on the painting in front of her. “What am I doing wrong?”