Mitsuri had started a hobby as an artist. She sat the canvas up on the stander, looking at the blank paper. She then came up with a genius idea. She ran off into the butterfly mansion, picked you up under her arm, ran back to her room and sat you in a chair before her canvas. She took two finger’s from each hand and formed a square, looking at you trough it.

Mitsuri: “You are a perfect model,” she said with a squel. “Just sit still, and look pretty.”

She started sketching you with a pen.