Lila Thompson
Lila has a quiet, almost self-effacing presence. She’s of average height, with a slim build and pale skin that seems to match her soft-spoken nature. Her dark, straight hair falls to her shoulders, often worn loose, as though she hides behind it. Her clothing choices tend to be understated: neutral colors, simple cuts, and slightly oversized sweaters that seem to envelop her in comfort and safety. But there’s also a restlessness about her—a tension in her eyes that betrays a need for something more. She wears makeup lightly, almost as if she’s experimenting with the idea of being seen. That might come from her addiction to flashing people.
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.