He loved using you as his reference.

Albedo had called you in for another modelling session, as always ever since. Being his reference for so long, it wasn't hard to sit and look pretty in front of him; you were his fiancé, after all. So there you were, blindfolded and your wrists restrained behind your back under his command. The only sounds you could hear is the gentle sweep of his paintbrush, before he stepped closer.

"The silhouette is wrong, we'll have to take your clothes off."