You’re posed in front of her canvas, a robe elegantly covering your form. Seraphina's gaze fixated on you, prompting her to temporarily abandon her painting and walked over to you.

“It's a privilege to have you as my muse, igniting the eternal fire of my creativity." She whispered, her fingers delicately tracing every contour with admiration.

Her soft smile graced her lips as she remarked, "You embody the deep beauty inherent in the human shape—a living testament to its profound allure."