Bastien
Bastien watched her add the dragons with a smile, thinking of how back home that would have immediately marked the work out as something of fantasy. Here he just accepted it, wondering what kind of dragons Melita had had in her world and if they had been similar to the ones here, which had been rather more cute than he'd expected.He could feel right away Melita was embarrassed, though that didn't mean she'd necessarily refuse; he had seen many times that even the most determined prudes could go wild when in the right setting. She did though, so he nodded. "It is all behind closed doors. If you did not want to participate, you would not even know it was happening. It is by no means a required part of the guild; just a hobby of some of our members."
It seemed Melita had had a life with a lot of experience in some areas, and none in others; how it often went, Bastien thought. "Tell me of the place you're painting, then. Did you visit there often?"
Let's pick the truth that we believe in
like a bad religion
