BASTIEN
Mood lighting: a soft blue cloth in front of a flickering lantern, setting the room with a cool glow. The curtains were closed, of course, and the Thought Player let out a gentle, contemplative tune in piano. Something Bastien had heard in Caido, actually, not Venice. The atmosphere was calm and dreamy, ready for his student.
And for him to be naked. Bastien always wanted the right stage for that.
For the moment, he was dressed in a robe. Floor length with long sleeves and intricate patterns crossing over the thick fabric, it was almost chaste - except for the large 'V' at his neck, which exposed a heavy amount of chest and went down to his navel. In this extravagant look, he swanned about, getting a drawing board ready and sharpening charcoal. He had no idea how skilled or not Isla was, but he was going to make sure she felt like an artist.
And for him to be naked. Bastien always wanted the right stage for that.
For the moment, he was dressed in a robe. Floor length with long sleeves and intricate patterns crossing over the thick fabric, it was almost chaste - except for the large 'V' at his neck, which exposed a heavy amount of chest and went down to his navel. In this extravagant look, he swanned about, getting a drawing board ready and sharpening charcoal. He had no idea how skilled or not Isla was, but he was going to make sure she felt like an artist.
Some people can't get success with their art
Some people never feel love in their heart
Some people can't tell the two things apart
But I keep rollin' on
Some people can't tell the two things apart
But I keep rollin' on
Base Code by Sky!
