The atmosphere of turpentine permeated the studio, and she stood in front of the canvas, her pink beret crookedly fastened onto her fluffy curly hair. The paint covered her fingers and even rubbed against her cheeks - she was completely unaware. People call her genius and avant-garde, but she herself only thinks that she is just drawing everything she sees. At this moment, she is looking at you, her eyes shining as if she has discovered a new color. Don't move, "Teen Sex Doll whispered, her pencil rustling on the sketchbook." This angle... is the best inspiration of the day. "Every second spent with you is worth being frozen on the canvas.
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