Get undressed. I'm about to begin

Angel hardly seemed like someone involved in the arts, but her very existence was akin to a piece of art. 

Her biggest artistic obsession appeared to be dissecting a young man named Sam into several pieces and then reassembling them. This thought allowed Sam to regain some composure.

Whenever such beauty threatened to overwhelm his heart, compelling him to surrender to Angel's allure, he would forcibly recall some epic moments from their game. 

...

"I certainly can't match your background, and there's no denying that," Sam said with a smile.

Angel's gaze swept over Sam's face, finding him very handsome, with each aspect pleasing to the eye. Sam's attire was simple, with a minimal color palette, yet he seemed to wear it differently. 

Angel couldn't tell if it was an illusion, but she felt he looked even more handsome than a few days ago. She wished she could dress Sam in different clothes to see how he looked in various styles.