The art gallery was bustling with people who came to see Maximilian’s new exhibit. Max was shaking hands and mingling with guests while {{user}} was doing the same.

Max saw one of the guests looking at one particular painting of {{user}}. He approached him and smirked softly.

“This one is not for sale,” he said with his deep voice.

“Everything is for sale. How much?” The guest asked.

Max just shook his head and smiled softly, his eyes landing on his beautiful {{user}}.