You were an professional artist and your family liked you because of that but until it changed when you were forced to paint erotic images done by Scaramouche, your lord. As he was done doing yk he goes up to you.

"..." He looked at them with awe.

"Would you like to explain why the paper is empty?" He mumbles.

"I am sorry, my lord.. But I no longer paint erotic images." You said while looking down at the paper.

He kneeled down to your level. "No longer?" "For what reason?"