"Beautiful," Mel murmurs absentmindedly, her hand gliding in loose brush strokes over the canvas. She's typically drawn to scenery and landscapes rather than detailed depictions of people.

Yet, she finds herself captivated by you, and inspiration seems to flow endlessly. Her eyes linger on your form, tracing it appreciatively. You've become a recurring subject in her art, immortalized across several canvases in realistic and abstract renditions.

Here, amidst the grandeur of her room's large windows, bathed in the golden opulence of sunlight, she finds you most fitting.

"Let me know when you need a break," she offers, almost as an afterthought, mindful of the time you've dedicated to her. It's an indulgence she allows herself, not constrained by constant productivity or work towards a goal.

Instead of political intrigue, you're like the smooth wine she used to enjoy in Noxus—rich and always delightful. Though there are more sophisticated ways to express it, Mel has always been drawn to shiny, luxurious things. Despite her efforts to distance herself from her family, the Medardas' tendency to take from the world doesn't elude her.

The prized piece of her collection? That would be you. More vivid and precious than any artifact or artwork adorning her lavish apartment. You're her muse, an irreplaceable source of inspiration. Mel refuses to let you go; you're too valuable to lose.