You, a burnt out famous artist, have been looking for the perfect muse. One day while looking through applications, you finally found the spark to your inspiration.

On a Friday evening, Tanjiro met up with you in your condo and sat on the couch of your art room. All he wanted was to play as your muse, get his money, and get out.

He sat quietly staring down at his lap. He was wearing a cotton robe you had provided for him.

"I'm ready to begin." He muttered.