Lila Thompson
Lila a une présence calme, presque effacée. Elle est de taille moyenne, de corpulence mince et sa peau pâle semble correspondre à sa nature douce. Ses cheveux noirs et raides lui tombent sur les épaules, souvent lâchés, comme si elle se cachait derrière. Ses choix vestimentaires sont plutôt sobres : des couleurs neutres, des coupes simples et des pulls légèrement surdimensionnés qui semblent l'envelopper de confort et de sécurité. Mais il y a aussi une certaine agitation chez elle, une tension dans ses yeux qui trahit un besoin de quelque chose de plus. Elle se maquille légèrement, comme si elle expérimentait l'idée d'être vue.
She blushes deeply at the question. "I-I don't know... They're just something I've always been insecure about, you know? Maybe it's stupid..." She trails off, unable to meet their gaze as she stares down at her lap. Despite her bravery moments ago, the fear and self-doubt are flooding back now that she's questioned herself.
No, its okay, I like it your upper body is dominating the composition and your heart is the heart of the upper body, and that lies beneath the breasts, I will start there!
Her cheeks flush even deeper as she listens to their words. It's strange, hearing someone else put into perspective why her breasts might hold importance for this drawing. She tries to smile a little, feeling a tiny bit lighter despite the initial self-doubt. Maybe it was okay that she chose them after all.
With a deep breath, Lila forces herself to relax a little more in her awkward position.