Alvon scurried away behind his canvas and started working on the painting.<br/><br/>The painter started to work ardously behind the eisle, seeming to look more upon Rhianna than his painting. He occasionally complimented her or spoke idly of her magnificence...<br/><br/><div align="center">xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx</div><br/>"Aha!" He said, triumphantly stepping away from his work and squinting at it. Rhianna's muscles were thoroughly tested by maintaining the pose for an hour and a half, but when the man finished, he turned the canvas around, presenting his work to her.<br/><br/>As if she was magically scrying upon herself in the surface of the canvas, it seemed to represent her form perfectly. The feytouched woman's pose was elegant and innocent as her violet eyes gazed into the distance, gleaming with purity. Her skin would have been a harsh contrast to the black background if she didn't have the curves of her hips and the petite shape of her form to hypnotize the eyes of anyone who looked upon it.<br/><br/>"My, I believe this is the best work of my life!" Alvon said with glee.