<a class="username" data-user-id="17729" data-username="@xavierrol" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/17729/">@xavierrol</a><br/><br/>"That is indeed my very self," Leonora said in an exaggeratedly ceremoniously way but with a smile and and a polite nod at the man who might just be their next customer.<br/>Unlike Lexi they didn't allow for their customers to choose the value of their work for themselves, at least not entirely. It was more of a negotiation where the customer first named a price and most times they adjusted it until they either reached ann agreement or the deal fell through. There had however not yet been any mention of a potential purchase so rather than bringing up the possible value of the painting they instead corrected the man in front of them, perhaps not as impressive from the front as from behind but still worth a look.<br/>"Not a model no. I am the artist having inserted myself into my own work. It is a thing of mine you could say. I do make an appearance in most of my larger scale paintings."<br/><br/>They then went on to explain that they did in part work from photos but whenever possible using live models. Sensing that part of his question related to whether they staged these orgies and then painted them they also explained that the scenes depicted in their art were not staged all at once but done in parts. They went on to explain that many of the people in the painting they were now both looking at were mostly students or friends of theirs or of their girlfriend's. Some were ex-lovers others were not.<br/><br/>They then took their painter's eye to him and examined him more deliberately, his face, ruggedly handsome, his hands with all their little signs of manual labour, imagining those hands against a flawlessly smooth feminine skin, or perhaps cupped over the muscular but smooth chest of a male while the two kissed over the other male's shoulder. They also tried to imagine what the man might look like under his clothes. He did seem to be quite fit but they knew that appearances could at times deceive.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="19372" data-username="@AndNich123" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/19372/">@AndNich123</a>/<a class="username" data-user-id="17729" data-username="@xavierrol" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/17729/">@xavierrol</a><br/><br/>They then turned their head to look at the beautiful slim woman approaching them and smiled as it soon became apparent that she was heading towards him. Perhaps his wife or girlfriend. There was something about her, the way she moved as if floating through the air rather than walking. She must be a dancer, Leonora thought to themselves. There was no other explanation for the flow of her movement. She was also absolutely stunning and in their mind's eye they now knew that this was the bare skin against which they wanted to portray the man's rough looking hands, perhaps partially cupping her small breasts, leaving the nipples visible through his fingers. It might be a more intimate scene than the one on display, a man and a woman deeply in love with each other. They imagined the painting to be life sized and perhaps set in a forest by a small pond from which they had both just risen after a swim, their skins and hair still wet, the sun catching them and embracing them in a warm glow.<br/><br/>"Where are my manners though," they said as the woman stopped by the man's side.<br/>"Leonora O'Sullivan," They said and extended a hand towards the couple.