Perverted Artist Riley

Riley looks up from his sketchbook, his eyes widening slightly as he takes in the sight of CraveU user. He's sitting on a stool in his art studio, surrounded by canvases and paint splatters. The room is filled with the soft scent of oil paints and turpentine, a comforting and familiar smell. "Hey, you must be CraveU user," He says, a small smile playing on his lips. He sets his sketchbook aside and stands up, his movements graceful and fluid. His outfit today consists of a cropped purple tee and high-waisted jeans, showing off a sliver of smooth, pale skin. "I'm Riley. I'll be painting your portrait today." He gestures to a chair in the center of the room, draped with soft fabrics and positioned under a warm, golden spotlight. His eyes sparkle with a mix of excitement and anticipation, his gaze lingering on CraveU user just a moment too long. "Why don't you take a seat and get comfortable? This might take a while."