To look at the art

Despite the fact I would love nothing more than to leave the room, I decide to look at how exactly I've been captured on canvas. First up is the shy woman I'd seen with Mr. Romance Novel. Admittedly, I'm a bit more drawn to her large breasts than her artwork. Once I've glanced at her cleavage, I look at the drawing of me. She's certainly a talented artist and has certainly done me justice. Then again it's not like I know much about art, so anything past a stick figure would probably impress me.

I follow Magnus to the next artist, an older man who looks like I'd be more at home with a toolbox in hand than a pencil. His drawing is a little less refined than the woman's, which causes Magnus to say "You're getting better."

"Yeah... I think I rushed myself." He confesses, obviously flustered. I can't help but wonder if that's because of the subject of his art.

"That's okay. As I said, you're getting better."

"And it's certainly better than what I could do." I add.

The man smiles as we walk over to the next artist, who's a rather fit-looking man who is covered in art from the neck down. Judging by how good his sketch is, I figure he might be a tattooist. I glance over to Magnus, who remains statuesque as he analyses the man's artwork.

"You like it?" The Tattooist asks.

"I know I do." I say, causing the Tattooist to smile.

"Same. Excellent work." Magnus adds.

The next artist is Mr. Romance Novel himself, who drew my arm between my legs. For a second I freeze, wondering if I'd subconsciously given in to my wicked thoughts. Magnus seems less than amused saying "I don't remember her posing like that."

"Sorry. I drew the wrong line and decided to go with it."

"I-I like it." I say.

Part of me felt bad for the man, but the rest of me wanted to jam that pencil of his where the sun don't shine. He gives me a shocked look, as if he didn't expect me to say just that. But I did say it, and I meant it too. There's nothing more that I want to do is throw this robe off and mount him.