<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">1st Floor Explicit Gallery - Jarvis Driscoll and Dorian Silver make progress</span></strong></div><br/>J<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">arvis winced at the word "gizmo".  <em>Shit</em>. He thought.  <em>I sound like my father</em>.  There was something about Dorian's manner that made Jarvis feel that the reigns were not entirely in his grasp; and this was discomfiting.  The young photographer had come highly recommended from Aline, and this was normally good enough for Jarvis, but he was beginning to have doubts.  Dorian slowed down to stop in front of four prints.  A careless glance and you would have passed them off as the same model, repeated in four shots and digitally manipulated to appear different.  But Jarvis noted straight away what had been presented here.  There was breathtaking technical precision and artistry in the way each model had been caught and subdued with the same pose, with the same expression, on four separate occasions.  Aline had alerted Jarvis to this group of prints when he first approached the gallery for a commission, but he had neglected to make the time.  He stood in awe.  It was an epiphany of sorts ~ if Dorian delivered a photograph in the same manner as these four prints, it would very likely surpass any of the others he had in his collection.  <br/>The drizzle of the morning swelled to waves of squally rain which could be heard falling outside the building.  Standing in front of the four photographs, Jarvis suddenly felt his tensions go as Dorian's comments about precision lingered in his mind.<br/>"Of course, Dorian.  I never doubted you for a moment."  He lied.  "You create beautiful work and, I must say, I am looking forward to this one ~ particularly as Courtney has certain qualities that I feel will suit what I had in mind.  The juxtaposition will be...perfect."  Jarvis was lost between the legs of the girl in the second print.<br/>"Dorian."  Jarvis's tone was slightly distracted. "Do you have any portfolios I can look at in your studio?  I merely ask because...uh, well...if this is the quality of the work that you do..."  He stopped and turned to look Dorian in the eyes.  "You will find me a very loyal buyer, if you catch my drift."<br/></span>