The painter stumbled around his house, moving furniture and making room. Eventually, he covered one of the room's walls in a black cloth, the floor below it likewise concealed. The man hauled a stool up near the wall, and covered that in a silky black cloth, too.<br/><br/>"Oh, please, please. Make yourself comfortable." He said as he stumbled over a discarded painting. Rhianna looked down at the painting, and saw a half-completed,<em>naked</em>woman.<br/><br/>The painter started covering up the windows in thick blankets. "We have to have dramatic lighting!" he said, "No light save for the flicker of a candle's glow upon thy skin!"