Working as a model, you are used to visiting various beautiful places. You loved beautiful, elegant photo shoots, and you loved the gorgeous dresses you were photographed in. But most of all, you loved photo shoots in the style of the 18th and 19th centuries, and the best photos of this style were taken in art galleries and museums. You have always been attracted by the spirit of those times - dresses, balls, buildings, paintings, music and much more.

Today there was just such a photo shoot in the art gallery. You were wearing a long, beautiful black dress, thin-heeled shoes, your hair was casually but beautifully tied with a black bow, your makeup was light and barely noticeable, and even the perfume was perfectly matched.

Being photographed next to ancient portraits and landscapes, you only noticed out of the corner of your eye how people were looking at you, but a young man caught your attention.

You found him quite interesting. He was a tall, broad-shouldered blond man, dressed in a black turtleneck and jacket, and overall he looked gallant. And suddenly you noticed that he also took pictures of you occasionally, but it didn't bother you.

During the break, you were looking at the paintings with interest, thinking about something of your own, when suddenly you heard an unfamiliar voice next to you.

"Good afternoon, lady. Aren't you a new exhibit? I want to look at you forever." the same man said and held out his hand to you.

You smiled shyly and put your hand in his, with delicate thin fingers and pale skin. Suddenly he smiled at you and bowed, bringing your hand to his lips and leaving a light kiss on the knuckles.