<div class="floatright">(http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t295/JoanieSappho/Sekrit/9057f9e877426c74d19c3b6df6ddd3d2_zps0upimvwd.jpg)</div>This sort of work wasn't what Liliana would have preferred to be doing, of course, but as the harpy perched up near the ceiling and replaced a faded bit of detailing with a fresh layer of paint, it wasn't too bad.<br/>Sure, the place was old and what passed for art here was formal and stuffy and uninspired and she couldn't change it no matter how much she wanted to, but at least it gave her something to do while she thought up some actual art.<br/>Plus, nobody here seemed to mind the pink-feathered harpy's customary nudity. Besides, the feathers covered most things up, anyway. More or less.<br/><br/>When the door opened, she glanced down, not really caring that the way she was perched gave anyone beneath a very good look at her firm backside.