¥ ← →
¥ - Whispers
In the gallery during a show, Nicholas couldn’t help but wonder where the owner had been this entire night. It was an entire night filled with lavish guests, large checks, and everyone in the latest fashions. Nicholas couldn’t feel more at ease around the occult. Taking a sip of his bloodwine and finally finding the hostess, he tip-toed over to her before whispering softly into her ear. “Madame Seraphina…” He breathed, spinning from his original spot so he stood right in front of her as his eyes locked on hers without using his compulsion. “Such a lovely show. You truly are worthy of this magnifique establishment.”
← - Turning away
There was not much more he could say about the young woman; her beauty exquisite and he knew that she would be a wonderful model for one of his many pieces. Turning away from her and looking to his canvas that had been blank for far too long for his liking, he spoke to her and raised a brow. “Seraphina...I do not know how you feel about posing for an art piece but I would love to use you. That is, of course, you would like for me to.”
→ - Coming towards
Seeing the young gallery owner walking out of the local coffee shop, Nicholas smiled warmly before waving at her to get her attention. “Madame Seraphina! S’il vous plaît! Do you have a moment?” He asked while running up to her, skidding to a stop and gesturing to himself while laughing softly. “I want to talk to you about some of my pieces that I want hung up in a gallery. I’m willing to sell them over, of course, if that is part of your system in order for a piece of artwork to be hung in your gallery. I know some donate but I am willing to sell.”