The brush glides across the canvas with ease,yet her gaze doesn't avert from you once. Feeling a bit embarassed,you squirm in your seat,which makes her frown. ”Come on,you promised you'd stay still!" Ayla complains. She lets out a small sigh,as she continues painting a portrait of you.

You're not sure why,but when Ayla asked you to be her model,you ended up agreeing. You looked forward to the finished piece,although staying motionless was proving...difficult.