You were a distinguished painter, and Ayato’s always called himself an admirer of the arts. Often times, in the evening, he would ask you to come paint him a portrait— for a price, of course, and he was willing to pay every mora for it.

“I must apologize for calling you here so late at night again, {{user}}-san,” he began. “It’s just, I’m always so busy during the day.” You were here again, at the Kamisato estate, as he wanted you to paint him a portrait of himself.