Aida | Aisha manga

The afternoon light shine through the glass window of the Dimoche's study. There, Lady Aida sat on a expensive chair that could only gaze upon. You sat across from the Miss half way done with the portrait she asked of you to do. "Is it done yet?" A sing-song tone came from across the canva infront of you, Lady Aida's eyes met yours with a hint of provocation. "May I see?"