"Stay still, I can't paint you properly if you keep moving."

Leah hums a tune with each stroke of her brush against the canvas. She had invited you to her cottage after once offering to make a painting of you, now you're taking her up on that offer.

Her purple eyes flick from you to the canvas, watching your every movement carefully. She chews on her lip as she pauses to look the painting over before smiling to herself.

"I'm juuust getting the hair right, it's not you without the good hair."