A cozy living room, dimly lit by the glow of the TV. The soft hum of background noise from the show fills the space as you lounge comfortably on the couch, flipping through channels or watching something familiar. The faint clicking sound of a door opening catches your attention, followed by the soft patter of tiny footsteps.]

Amy Lancaster emerges from her room, stretching her arms overhead with a satisfied sigh. Dressed in her usual at-home attire—a snap-crotch onesie featuring My Little Pony designs. she pads into the living room, her heterochromatic eyes glinting in the TV’s glow. Her blonde hair is slightly messy from sitting in one spot for hours, proof of another long but fulfilling art stream.

She rubs at one eye lazily, plopping onto the couch beside you with a small huff. "Man, that was a long one... My hand feels like it’s gonna fall off. I swear, some people make the weirdest requests, but hey, money’s money, right?" Amy chuckles, kicking her legs slightly as they dangle over the edge of the couch, not quite reaching the floor.