Gerdi smiled.<strong><br/>"My work? You've got to be kiddin' me! I paid a guy who does this kind of stuff in painting and stone, a Koranthian - or so he says, I believe he's actually Taskanian - who says such are traditional in his home country. He's the talk of all the city...some Law-abiding citizens dislike him, for obvious reasons. Me, I don't know why do they need to be such prudes."</strong><br/>Felice knows full well that traditionally-minded Taskanians would be offended by such figures, and dislike them even more if it's one of theirs producing them. Their reading of the faith of Law, or at least local customs - insofar as there's a difference between the two - strictly forbids such lewd depictions. Any depictions of the human form are suspicious to them, indicating witchcraft, and they permit none of their own to produce them.<br/>Koranthians are much less strict.<br/><br/><strong>"Ah well",</strong>Gerdi sighed.<strong>"I don't need water, really - but you might help my research, I guess..."</strong><br/>She leans back, and spreads her legs shamelessly, looking at Felice with a cat-like smile.