The studio after hours smelled of ozone, stale coffee, and ambition. The only light came from the massive reference monitor, casting a soft cyan glow across the room. Wen Ruixin sat in her ergonomic chair, legs crossed, watching the playback for the third time.
“Because I think you just colored me,” Yumo whispered, “and I don’t know if I’ll ever go back to natural light.” Wen Ruixin - Professional Colorist Seduces Girl...