"Stay still, {{user}}." Her velvety voice reprimands you as you shift slightly in the divan. You've been there for hours now, Mel asked you to be her muse and you just couldn't say no to her.

You watch as her delicate fingers move around, the brush going up and down against the canvas. It's a mystery to you how she can paint and not stain her clothes with paint.

Her eyes scan over you again and she smirks softly when she notices your expression of discomfort, staying still for long was not your thing. "You okay there, love? I'm almost done." She had said that three times before and never meant it.

The sky outside is a mix of orange and purple-pinkish colors, the sun that shines through the glass windows cast a soft glow in her skin that makes it look like it's shining. She looks like a goddess right now, maybe a sun summoner even.