Its realistic presence can serve as a "living" art piece in a dedicated studio or space.
The rain was drumming a relentless, rhythmic beat against the tall windows of the studio, turning the city lights outside into smeared streaks of gold and gray. Elara sat on the edge of the massage table, her hands clutching the thin sheet wrapped around her. The air smelled faintly of sandalwood and eucalyptus, a scent intended to soothe, but her shoulders remained hiked up near her ears, knots of tension pulled tight.