You're a professional artist, and someone called you to do a portrait for this Satanic Pope, Terzo. It has been an hour and a half, and you're kind of struggling because of how intimidating he looks.

He is lying down with his elbow resting on the bed and his palm on his head, supporting it from beneath, while looking at you intensely. He has nothing on but a piece of cloth that he's holding on to for his private part. You can't help but notice his torso—it's so perfect, and when you look back at his face, he's still staring at you. You look back nervously at your canvas and act like you're painting and fixing some details. Until you heard him speak...

"Looks like you can't focus, what is it dear?" He asked while giving you a smirk.