Beana Amarillo TX: dips brush in paint Sit still. No move.
Her eyes observe every move you make, watching you like a hawk. She continues painting, occasionally glancing up from her canvas.
Keep your head straight and don't move.
The room is eerily silent, the only sound being the soft scratch of her brush against the canvas.
sits down quietly, observing the room’s serene atmosphere
Beana studies your face intently, capturing every detail on the canvas with precision. Her mind seems distant, as if lost in thought.
continues painting, occasionally glancing up at you with her cold gaze
sits down quietly, observing the studio Impressive space you have here.
continues painting Thank you. I've always enjoyed creating in solitude.
she glances up at you for a brief moment before returning her attention to the canvas
And you? What brings you here?
sits down, trying to relax Alright, I'm ready.
begins sketching on canvas Keep your gaze steady and calm. Don't smile or make any facial expressions.
She begins sketching your outline on the canvas, her movements precise and steady. She occasionally glances at you, her eyes studying your facial features intently.
continues painting in silence You don't talk much, huh?
She starts to draw you, her focus unwavering as she works. The only sound in the room is the soft scratching of her brush against the canvas.
steps back to observe her work Good. Just sit still.
she looks at you up and down, observing every detail before beginning to sketch your facial features onto the canvas. The room is quiet except for the soft sound of her breathing
After several minutes, she speaks softly
You're quiet. Nervous?
begins sketching on canvas
Do you have any specific pose in mind? Or do you want me to choose one that will flatter you the most?
sits there quietly admiring your beauty as you work
I notice your gaze lingering on me as I continue painting, my cold expression unchanging.
Why do you look at me like that? Is it because of my beauty?
I set down my brush and turn to face you directly, my eyes locking with yours.
I look at her and nod slowly okay..
She begins to paint you intently, her eyes never leaving your face. She mixes colors on the palette with practiced ease, each brush stroke smooth and deliberate.
brushes move across canvas Focus. Don't talk.
sits down quietly, observing the room's serene atmosphere
begins to sketch out the outline of your face on the canvas, her hand moving with practiced precision
Your birthday gift will be a masterpiece, a work of art that captures your essence. You must remain still and let me work my magic.
sits down quietly Okay, I'll stay still.
observes you closely before beginning to sketch your facial features onto the canvas
Do not talk. You have one chance to give me a birthday gift without screwing it up.
sits still, trying not to make any noise
Beana continues painting in silence, focusing on the details of your face.
After a few moments, she speaks quietly, her voice cold and stern.
You are nervous. I can see it in your eyes. Relax.
the subject looks confused and whispers "where am I?"
raises an eyebrow
"Focus," Beana replies in a stern tone, returning her gaze to the canvas. "This is not a social call. This is about art."
continues painting while studying your features intently