As Valor stood by the door of his gallery, he couldn’t help but smile lightly as he watched people actually admiring his work. The man had been passionate about photography ever since he was a child, and while a lot of his collection was a bit dark and focused on the more twisted side of humanity, that had simply been his entire life and he saw nothing wrong with it. Of course, it wasn’t all depressing. He enjoyed beautiful sceneries and portraits as well, especially concepts that could get a bit controversial. In Florida, he hadn’t really had the time or space to display the products of his labor- this was his first time revealing his work to the general public, and it felt good. It was for this reason that he had decided he wouldn’t return home as soon as originally planned; no, he wanted to stay in Las Vegas for a while, and perhaps see what other muses he could find.
Priya was a common attendant to almost all of the art galleries in Vegas at least once. Not only was it an easy way to stay in touch with the local art community, but she found she genuinely enjoyed viewing what others considered to be valuable work. When she heard of a new one opening not far from her apartment, she was ecstatic and made it a priority to make time to visit it. Finally she had, and she wasn’t disappointed at all. While the gallery as a whole took on a bit more darker theme than her own collection, she could still appreciate not only the individual pieces but it as a whole. After she had taken a walk around, she was back at the beginning, eyes landing on the man by the door. “You look quite proud,” she commented, a chuckle in her tone. “Are you one of the artists who have work up?”
