Head to the estate.

There are a number of striking manors in the fancy part of town. As you approach the metal gateway decorated with the letters for ROSENBORNE, you cast your eyes beyond to the illustrious courtyard decorated with flowers and a tall fountain of a beautiful woman with the ears of a feline atop her head pouring a bowl of water down to the bottom. The building itself is quite large as well. If this girl is the eldest daughter, you wonder how expansive the family is, or perhaps they're just incredibly wealthy. Either way, you aren't the only person waiting to enter. There are a few others, and a set of armoured guards screening them beforehand.

Yiiv, Ms. Lithvir, and even Skip follow behind as you eventually become close enough to speak with one of them. The guard appears tired and disgruntled under the shadow of his helmet, but he looks to you with piercing eyes.

"You're here to audition as well, are you not?" he asks in a monotone voice.

"That's right," you reply. "I got a letter here too."

"Then where is your piece?"

You look to the others waiting, and each has a painted canvas on their arm or hanging over their back. You then look back to the man and grip the YiivCam 1.0 which hangs from your neck. "Well, it's a little complicated I guess."

"Here, look at this," Yiiv speaks up. She hands over a shot of Teeka from the other day. It's quite an erotic pose of the bouncy bunny bending over and giving the viewer quite an image to remember. "This is what he's capable of doing."

The guard scratches his cheek. "Oh, ah... yes. Interesting. Do you mind if I keep this to assess later?"

"You do that, man," you reply. "So can I audition?"

He tucks it into his armour. "Well, this is quite unorthodox. Such an image is so life-like. I hesitate to call it a painting at all. Surely some sort of magic is at work here."

"Hold on a moment," the other guard speaks up once finished with his previously conversation. "I saw that. You were selling those the other day! Quite amazing. How exactly did you make those? It's almost as if you captured her very soul, but that couldn't be the case. I even saw that Sweet Bun girl later, walking down the street."

"It is magic, yeah," you explain. "Sort of. See, I use this device here, and it can basically transmit a perfect image onto paper."

One of the artists scowls and speaks up. "What kind of shit is that? Are you talking trash about the art of painting or something?"

"What? No! Painting is awesome. This is a completely different thing, not a replacement. I just thought Lady Rosenborne would want to try out something new. Has a noble ever had their portrait done like this before? It'd certainly be special."

The first guard scratches his chin. "You make an interesting point. But it's really up to her parents."

"Here, I'll go ask straight away," says the other guard. "Can I see that one you had there?"

"... What one?"

"Just hand it over."

After their exchange, he walks off towards the manor. Time passes, and the remaining guard continues to converse with the artists and look over their work. They are quite talented, so you do feel bad, but you meant what you said. It isn't supposed to be something to replace them. On Earth, it isn't like visual artists suddenly don't exist because photographers do. It's just scary because it's new.

Finally, after a lengthy period waiting, the guard returns. "Apologies. Lord Rosenborne has seen your work, stranger. I have an announcement to make. A decision has been made. This man here will be doing m'lady's portrait. The rest of you can head home."

"What?!" one of the artists shouts. "Just like that?"

They all look to you with an unnerving scowl.

You laugh nervously. "Listen guys, it's just one portrait. Your pieces look great. And you know, there are so many things that can only exist in an illustrated medium. All I can do is snap a shot of real life, which can be boring, you know? And uh... they're not listening to me. Oh boy."

"Come now," the guard continues. "He wants to speak with you immediately."

"Really? Well, come on guys--"

"Only you. Unless they have letters too, and something more impressive to present."

You turn back to your friends.

Before you can speak, Skip waves a hand. "You go knock 'em dead. Though after taking those Yiivshots, you better share some with us. Especially if she asks for some... you know, really special ones."

The guard turns to the gate. "M'lord doesn't like to be kept waiting," he speaks in a rather ominous tone.

"Y-Yes. Of course," you mutter as you follow behind.