You're aware you've been given a rare opportunity. If anything, this is a once-in-a-lifetime experience.
For you, somebody who was a student only a year and a half ago, having such a high-quality model was… well, it was more than just intimidating.
And that wasn't even mentioning her choice of outfit. You didn't really understand high fashion, but those clothes were well beyond the reach of common sense.
Well, it wasn't that big of a deal, but the skin exposure was… difficult for you to deal with, without losing your composure.
"Is there a problem?" she asks, arching an eyebrow at you. "I thought you would've started by now."
"No, no. Everything's fine, miss Kronii." You're not sure, exactly, why the woman came to you for a self-portrait. You weren't famous by any means, and though you weren't self-deprecating.enough by any means to call yourself unskilled, there were obviously others she could have gone to.
Still, with her in front of you, it would be a disgrace to avoid doing your job.
First, you have to observe your subject properly. Your gaze is intense enough to tickle her skin as you take in her body.
Starting from her head, you did your best to note down any exceptional qualities.
The… chain ornament, for one, in her hair. You didn't quite get it, but it was important to note how it made her hair more three-dimensional—bangs folding over it to cast shadows on her face.
As well, the small, veil-like hair ornament on the back of her head. It fluttered in the breeze, but never even came close to falling away—it must be affixed somehow, but you can't tell how.
Otherwise, her short hair was unremarkable, though the blue color of it was… odd, to say the least. You knew what hair dyes looked like in somebody's hair, and this wasn't that.
Moving on—her face was angular, but no less beautiful for it—her sharp chin and high cheekbones gave her a haughty, noble beauty that made her seem far above the common rabble.
Her eyes are exquisite, shining like sapphires as she lazily gazed out the window. Her long eyelashes added to her feminine appeal, and her thin eyebrows were… you were not a true connoiseur of beauty, so the best words you could use to describe them would be elegant.
Her nose was small—almost button-like, but it had a sharp quality to it that affected the way light played off her face. And just below that, her lips were slim and pursed, in a way that made her look at once both annoyed and intensely kissable.
She shifted slightly, a smile on her face, and the hints of pearly white teeth she showed were remarkable—naturally long canines almost looked like fangs, to the point that you have no doubt she'd spent many Halloweens dressed as a vampire.
Still, this portrait was meant to be of her now, not in fall. So you bring your attention back to her body.
She moves a strand of hair out of the way, and you catch a glimpse of her ears, and the sapphire-blue ribbons hanging from them. Normally, her hair covered them, but they were still very pretty—and the way they swayed as she breathed was almost hypnotic. You shake yourself out of that stupor, eyes creeping lower.
The strange half-shirt, zipped garment that she wore made her neck look a little long, but you couldn't complain about its stylishness. The wide, unattached collar did well to make her seem a bit more 'porperly' dressed, as well as the large, pale blue ribbon—clasped in its place by a piece of jewelry, a sapphire in the shape of a heart set in gold, the circular ornament naturally drawing attention upwards.
Which was probably a good thing, given how often she likely got people staring at her breasts. Purely from an artistic sense, though, you can see the appeal—her pale white skin nearly blends in with her clothing, and you think you can see a hint of pink through the white cloth that surrounds her… cleavage window? You weren't sure what it was called. Either way, it was clear she wasn't wearing a bra, which meant her breasts moved about a bit more wildly than normal women—bouncing when she walked, heaving whenever she inhaled, and hanging down when she leaned forward, adding an unquestionable air of eroticism to her noble beauty.
The detached sleeves were… well, to be hoenst, they weren't to your tastes, but you didn't presume to tell your clients how to dress. They looked like a mixture between Renaissance era armor and ruffled Victorian-era sleeves. Honestly, you were glad this was a bust view portrait, so that you could ignore most of those details.
Even so, you can't stop your eyes from wandering downwards. The sheer fabric of her gloves gave her an even more haughty vibe—like she couldn't even be bothered to directly touch the filth of the world.
You let out a long-held breath, and pick up a pencil. Truly capturing her appeal would likely take a while, but you had nothing but time.