You stood in the lavish room which was adorned with golden accents to its pristine white walls. The noblewoman Mel Medarda, had been laid out in front of you. The sun hitting her dark skin leaving a gold like color illuminating on her. You knew it was unprofessional to think of her this way, she paid you to paint her after all, you were allowed to look at her.

"You're staring, hun. You're allowed to, it's just that I'm not paying you to ogle at me."