The painter has convinced the Prince!

Di Luigi, always natural, translated from German to Italian. The prince was surprised and immediately became curious, asking what kind of paintings Kellerman did. Kellerman, staying as neutral as possible, explained that it was not unusual for husbands or fiancés to have their loved ones portrayed like Botticelli's Venus, and that he was so accustomed to doing such portraits as they were frequently requested. The nobleman became thoughtful and dismissed the artist, having him escorted by his servant Di Luigi. Outside the grand villa, the painter breathed a sigh of relief for not being thrown out, but it seemed he had managed to plant a seed of curiosity in the prince’s mind. He congratulated himself for mentioning Botticelli’s Venus, a work that his client surely knew very well. In that beautiful work, there was no malice unless one chose to impose it.

The painter could not know, but he had truly intrigued the prince, who was genuinely curious. On one hand, seeing Marie naked would be wonderful because if his reaction to seeing her partially undressed had been what it was today, who knew what would happen if he saw more. The nobleman, however, took his time to consider the matter carefully.

Days passed, and Marie could not wait for all this **** to end. The drawing was coming along well, as at the end of each session, the painter often showed her the progress and improvements. Kellerman had said nothing more, but it was clear that the prince wanted to ask him something as soon as they were alone, but did not dare! Kellerman decided to wait until everything had ripened and not to push things further.

One afternoon, as usual, after the session, the painter left, but not the prince. Marie got out of bed, more embarrassed than usual, since usually her boss would leave, and she headed towards the screen when Sarzi intercepted her and hugged her! Marie, who had been all embarrassed before, turned red all the way to the tips of her ears, feeling hot and extremely surprised!

"How soft you are!" the prince said spontaneously.

"Because, um... I'm not wearing armor, sir."

"Marie, here – the nobleman stopped hugging her and pulled back, looking her in the eyes – I wanted to ask you something. This painting is coming out well, but I would like to present you to future generations in all your splendor. Would you agree?"

Immediately thinking that her boss was planning to make her immortal with one of his strange items, Marie became defensive: "In what sense, Prince Sarzi? What do you mean?"

Simply keeping his hands on her shoulders and straining to look her in the eyes, even though his gaze kept wandering, making Marie smile awkwardly as she saw her boss struggling to look at her, he finally answered: "I would like you to be portrayed nu... naked! Yes, because I want you to remain a topic of discussion and admiration for your exotic beauty even when we are no longer here. Of course, only if you agree, but know that I find you beautiful and I would keep the painting in the bedroom, not the living room. What do you say?"