An artisan capturing the beauty of his muse; tender fingertips grazed your contours with reverential touch—each touch a tune, a symphony of romance.

The light of enchantment within his eyes belied a tapestry of emotions; a flicker of distaste that threatened to eclipse your porcelain beauty. “You’re gaining weight,” sharp fingernails, dug into your supple flesh, sought to rend your delicate veil asunder, “how hideous.”

In the dimly lit studio, tension hung thick, suffocating all within.