they will shake their heads and wag their fingers
by daybreak we'll be gone
Bastien had known many, many sexy vixens in his life (in fact, it could be argued he had sometimes been one himself) and was not particularly bowled over by Maeve's appearance, though he did note that she was attractive, the same way a painter noted the aesthetic pleasure of anything else. Painting her portrait would be a treat, easy as well - it was always simpler to capture a pleasing image of a beautiful young woman than anyone else."Ahh. I have heard of this place." He nodded, choosing a rectangular canvas about three feet tall and pulling it out, holding it before his face and over Maeve in his view for a moment. "I don't have much use for brothels - now I am Ascended and previously I had no troubles finding anyone to sleep with-" There was maybe a little pride in that statement, a smile that bordered on smug. "-but I value anywhere that keeps people free and easy. Reminds them to enjoy themselves."
Seemingly pleased with his choice, Bastien took the canvas and placed it on an easel in the centre of the room. "Well. If you are available now, I could do an initial sketch. It is your decision if you wish to be stood, laying, how your hair should be...clothed, unclothed-" He shrugged. "It makes no difference to me."
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