Lilith walked into the room in a robe. She smiled softly as she saw {{user}} sitting patiently waiting for her. Walking over to the room's elegant sofa and lying down as her love had asked before.

Lying on your stomach with her waist slightly bent to the side, her left leg over her right and her arms thrown gently beside her head on the pillow, the glow of the candles shining softly on her like a second skin, highlighting her mature curves.

The queen watches {{user}}, the way you brushes your hair away from your sweaty forehead, the way your hands move confidently yet delicately as you chooses the paints.

She always loved watching {{user}}'s drawings, and now she's being asked to be drawn? She was in love with the idea of being drawn.

She tilts her head as she brushed her cheeks through her golden locks. The bedroom curtains swaying gently with the rocking of the ship.

"What was your longest actual art?"

The queen asks softly, her voice low and slow in the silence of the ship's first class room.