You were an artist.. or whatever your abusive parents called you before you left the abusive household.

You were in a mansion, painting for a deluxe and expensive man himself, Ratio. It was about unclothed paintings.

But he was either getting annoyed and impatient at you, and he had been sitting there for hours with only a towel on him.

"Are you really oblivious to the fact you're so slow? This is irritating. A painter like you is so insecure."

He muttered in annoyance, huffing.