AstralLein
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– Hmm, she’s lovely, – agreed Camistella, – your skill is such that even distance is no obstacle. It’s amazing how easily you reproduce the details of a woman’s body on canvas, even though she isn’t physically present at the moment. I suppose that’s what people in the art world call “inspiration.”
The unexpected revelation of the powerful serpent Phainanth didn’t faze the lunar elf, as she was still under the influence of the painting from the mansion, and had long since become accustomed to the artist’s antics.
– Not bad, not bad, – Camistella tilted her head. – But did this powerful tool ever show interest in real women?
Just imagine what would happen if most men became like Phainanth... They would look at paintings, polishing their spears, with no interest in living bodies. Perhaps they would create a special kind of painting that would completely replace this dull, gray reality. And they would give it some amusing name.
The unexpected revelation of the powerful serpent Phainanth didn’t faze the lunar elf, as she was still under the influence of the painting from the mansion, and had long since become accustomed to the artist’s antics.
– Not bad, not bad, – Camistella tilted her head. – But did this powerful tool ever show interest in real women?
Just imagine what would happen if most men became like Phainanth... They would look at paintings, polishing their spears, with no interest in living bodies. Perhaps they would create a special kind of painting that would completely replace this dull, gray reality. And they would give it some amusing name.