I get them all worked up and down on their knees, you see
It was maybe a bit premature to seek something like a painted commission out for a building that wasn't fully constructed yet, but Maeve knew that finer art took time. If you wanted something done right you couldn't rush the process an this was something she wanted done right. It was her first portrait. The portrait that would hang in the Halenani, establishing her presence as the Madame of the establishment and setting the tone for what her clients could expect. That was the main reason, but a little more selfishly, Maeve wished to have the experience more than anything else. To be the focus of a piece of art was somewhat of a secret desire of hers.
Which is how she found herself at the Artist's Sanctuary. It seemed the best place to start when looking for someone who could give her what she wanted. Maeve stepped inside the small hall, currently sitting empty besides the various furniture that filled the space, but it was no less warm for it's lack of patronage. She moved further into the room, slipping her bag from her shoulder and setting it down onto one of the table tops, "Hello?" Maeve called out, eyes slowly slipping over the room in search of another person. Perhaps this Bastien everyone told her to find. Wouldn't that be a treat?
Which is how she found herself at the Artist's Sanctuary. It seemed the best place to start when looking for someone who could give her what she wanted. Maeve stepped inside the small hall, currently sitting empty besides the various furniture that filled the space, but it was no less warm for it's lack of patronage. She moved further into the room, slipping her bag from her shoulder and setting it down onto one of the table tops, "Hello?" Maeve called out, eyes slowly slipping over the room in search of another person. Perhaps this Bastien everyone told her to find. Wouldn't that be a treat?
They take my fingers in their mouths like it's poetry
Maeve
