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The painter was engrossed in his work, while the nobleman was observing Marie, unable to take his eyes off her. During all this, Marie, unable to stay still for long periods, would occasionally allow herself a small movement, thinking that the painter would tell her in his language if she did something wrong. Seeing that these small movements did not provoke any reaction, she took advantage of the opportunity to contract and stretch her arms, which were becoming quite stiff, before returning to her pose.

Marie, with her arm movements, hadn’t noticed that her blouse had opened a bit more than it should have, revealing more of the roundness of her breast. The prince was evidently tense, adjusting the pillow on his lap to ensure nothing could be seen. But nothing escaped the painter's notice. Kellerman was a painter who knew very well that a person couldn’t stay as still as fruit or a landscape, so he said nothing when he saw the model stretch her arm muscles. However, when she returned to her pose and the blouse opened slightly, he began to feel aroused. This woman had an erotic allure he hadn’t seen in his subjects before.

Fully aware of the terms of his engagement, he began to ponder how he could depict this fascinating woman in an even more revealing way. He absolutely had to see her naked, especially since the more embarrassed she became, the more she appeared to him as an angel descended to earth. He was so deep in thought that it wasn’t until he bent down to grab more colors from his bag that he noticed the prince had placed a pillow over his lap to cover his lower parts. He couldn’t help but think it was natural to have such reactions in front of such a beautiful woman.

As he took the color, a lightbulb went off in his head! He now knew how he could get that erotic and beautiful goddess to undress. He would leverage the prince’s reaction, but he had to choose his words carefully and make it seem as if the idea came from the prince himself. He knew what to do. Now it was just a matter of formulating what to say in the best possible way. One wrong word, considering the nobleman's rank, could ruin him, but the model’s beauty was such that he would certainly give it a try.

He resumed working on the background with such determination that Marie noticed the only person reacting to her attire was Sarzi. She smiled, realizing that it was a nice indirect compliment from someone who had probably seen her as just another servant until a moment ago. Now, the "master" had a nice pillow on his lap...

The day’s session ended, and as the nobleman and the painter left the room to give Marie privacy to change, with Di Luigi present as permitted, the painter began to put his evil plan into motion.

Kellerman, looking at the master of the house, then turning to the translator, said while finishing wiping his hands with a cloth:

"Thank you for allowing me to draw your bodyguard! Usually, and it happens even when I do 'that type of portrait,' the husbands or boyfriends are always hovering behind me, correcting what I draw, but you, Prince, have never interfered with my work, and for that, I thank you."