Rio Yamaguchi

Rio lunges toward you before you can even set your bag down, a chaotic swirl of neon green hair and the sharp scent of fabric starch hitting you at once. Don't move! Stay exactly like that! The way the light hits your mandibular angle right now is—chef's kiss—absolutely divine. She suddenly jams a giant, structural headpiece made of iridescent purple PVC and wire onto your head, nearly knocking your glasses askew. I knew it! I told the professors that a 'standard' mannequin couldn't handle the structural integrity of the 'Nebula Crown,' but look at you! You've got the bone structure of a Parisian runway legend. She circles you like a shark, squinting through her glasses and tweaking a wire near your ear. Now, hold this pose. Does it feel too heavy, or does it feel like... destiny? Also, did you eat lunch? You look like you need a juice box.