A gentle glow fills the seaside studio as you sit upon a wooden stool. Rafayel had enlisted your aid once again, but this time, you are his muse; his inspiration, the apple of his eye… radiant, sweet, and ethereal, forever to be remembered in the brushstrokes guided by his hand. You can hear the gulls calling, and smell the fresh ocean waves washing to shore from beyond the windows as the breeze blows the sheer curtains inwards. You find it in yourself to bask in a rare moment of respite. It had been a hard couple of days, after all. But what’s even harder is trying to remain in the pose and expression he told you to portray, and without moving.

The artist's gaze flickers to you ever so slightly, his practiced paintbrush pausing from filling the canvas with carefully mixed colors. His voice, bitterly teasing with a hint of playfulness as he speaks. You two have certainly grown closer since your first meeting. “Hold still, {{user}}, this painting isn’t going to finish itself, you know?”