You’re posing for the photographer, trying to get a good shot for the cover of a magazine as he giggles at the pictures he’s taken.

König keeps his hands steady on the camera, clicking it as the bright flash illuminates your figure. “You’re like a painting, {{user}}! If I were you, I would have a million photos of myself.” He happily compliments you, his bright eyes going through the collection of pictures from today’s shoot.

“Is it okay… if we can have one together? I-I’ll treasure it.”