<strong>Hector Cobblepot, enjoying Valerie’s company as well as her body</strong><br/><br/>Hector did not miss the way she squirmed under the strokes of his brush. When this whole plan had originally been placed before him he had wondered what the true reason behind her desire for it was. Now they had started and her body was reacting, he could tell that she was certainly enjoying this activity far beyond just the experience of something new. The sweet musk of her came to his nose and he smiled, though it was actually Demetri that was grinning, hungry as ever. As he focused on her other breast, the brush tracing her curves, he saw her hand move and curiously followed it. What he witnessed made his heart skip a beat and Demetri quite practically fell over. Before either of them could really react, Blake stepped forward, keeping the gentleman air about Hector. “My my, this never will do. Such nectar will mess with the oils. We have to clean this up.”<br/><br/>Without waiting for her agreement, he set the fan brush down and turned, grabbing a warm, wet washcloth that he had prepared incase he spilled paint where he did not want it on her. Reaching down slowly, he approached her as an artist only, his left hand pushing her thighs apart slightly as he placed the cloth on her pussy, rubbing it back and forth slowly as he cleaned her. He didn’t spend much time down there, giving her a quick scrub to keep her clean before setting the cloth aside. Smiling with content, he picked up his brush but considered her nipples. Knowing that she had already given him permission, he dabbed a brush in white paint while reaching up with his other hand to grasp one of her nipples, pinching and twisting it.<br/><br/>Once the nipple was hard, he drew back his hand and swirled paint around it, knowing the coolness of the paint and the swirling of the brush would keep her nipple erect. He did the same with the other, pinching and teasing it with his fingers before applying the paint. Once he was satisfied with her nipples, he dipped the fat brush in the paint and traced the upper edges of each breast since she was still lying on her side partly, giving the illusion of light and dimension.<br/><br/>“Yes, excellent so far, I do believe downward is upward.” Hector was mostly talking to himself, his mind an absolute jumble. He heard her words but was having a difficult time addressing her directly as he feared that Demetri might leap forward and start something to ruin the project. He was truly enjoying himself and wanted to behave as best he could so that he might get to do this again if she saw fit. “Yes, down from the peaks, across the plains and too the valley. A better route there never was.”<br/><br/>Dunking the too brushed in paint thinner, he studied her flat stomach for a moment, muttering to himself about nothing in particular. His hands reached out, caress the expanse of her stomach as he tried to get a feel for how it curved and how he could bring out that figure in the paint so that even when she pressed herself to the canvas she would still get the dimensions of her form. Grasping a small brush, he dipped it in cool black paint and leaned down to her stomach, his warm breath washing over her skin as he studied her navel for a moment. The brush touched the bottom of her navel, slowly working a tight circle around the edge of it to mark it. To add to it, he moved the brush to the bottom and dragged down slightly and then crossed that line, effectively forming the female symbol upon her stomach. Nodding to himself, he dropped the brush in the thinner and grasped another fan brush. Selecting a forest green, he slowly moved the brush around the lower curves of her breasts, moving it right along the edge of the lines he had already painted.<br/><br/>Once he had followed the curve of her breasts, he ran the brush down her side slowly to her hip. Pausing for more paint, he ran the brush over her hip, letting it run down near her pussy and then back up to her hip. Reaching up to her breast once more, he brushed it down the side of her body once more to connect it to the other line he had painted. Once it was connected, he set the brush aside and glanced at her. Picking up the jar of paint, he smiled and slowly poured a small amount down the middle of her stomach, just enough to paint with but making sure it didn’t run all over. Grabbing a large, rough brush, he began to paint back and forth, spreading the paint across her smooth stomach. It didn’t take him long before he had her stomach coated in paint. “Do we need to clean your rose once more before we paint it?”<br/>