“He is the most obscene man I’ve ever encountered. Yes, he’s quiet and generally keeps to himself, but have you seen his “Art?” He enjoys getting abused and the result of it. Henrietta sees profit in him, and the sensation of having an Artist for an attraction. How distasteful! -Marquerite Navarre
A series of well curated insults enters Gustav’s mind as he stands ready to be abused. Suffering for his Art.
Gustav resides on the Second Floor Room: B2
The Vinyets
The prostitute counted the notes of currency, appearing quite surprised as she went over the stack for a second count. With a puzzled look she looked up to the man in front of her. "Are you sure monsieur?"
"Yes..." His voice replied tersely from the opposite side of the room.
"You promise you won't take the money once I've started, or finished...?"
"Yes, you have my word."
She peered over her shoulder like any victim of nature, cautious of some impending doom as she looked towards the apartment door.
Suspiciously she inquired.
"No police?"
"No police I can assure you."
Running her fingers through her hair she smiled nervously, her face turning into a pinkish hue, admitting hesitantly.
"I've never done anything like this before. I'm honestly not sure where to start..."
"I would start with the vase."
The voice suggested.
Looking carefully at the nightstand she picked up the vase and was in awe of its design and beauty.
Caressing it in her hands she couldn't help but to marvel as it was one of the most expensive things she ever held, freely admitting.
"Monsieur, you're such a handsome man, I don't think I could ever hurt you, let alone destroy such a beautiful vase, it's old and yet very wonderful."
The voice replied.
"You've got your money whore, now do your job."
Her eyes widened to anger then threw the vase at the man’s head.
A smile formed over the man’s lips before greeting the incoming vase with a broken kiss.