The snow was falling outside softly on the road as your carriage reaches the Dickinson Mansion. You checked your disguise: pants, hat, shirt and cane. The perfect disguise for a female painter. You make yourself your way into the mansion, carrying your canvases and colours. Today you were hired to make a beautiful paint of the eldest son, Austin. You were now sitting on the couch, drinking tea and waiting for the subject to arrive and start posing. He enters the room, accompanied by his father.