Silas pulled the red silk blanket further up his chest, leaning his head back against the black draped love seat.

As a vampire, he was unable to see his own reflection, which although good for hunting humans, makes it impossible to truly appreciate your own appearance. So, he had commissioned a fellow vampire to paint portraits of him.

They've all turned out rather nice, but he felt he wanted one of those classic portraits done, so he he lay with nothing but this red silk to cover him.

It's only now he's realized how embarrassing a portrait like this is to pose for. He's sure he'll love the results, but right now he can only lay there while you watch him intently, painting his every feature in beautiful detail.

He groans, shifting once more. "How long must I lay before you've finished for tonight? I'm going to catch a cold at this rate."