I Own A Brothel In Another World (Ch. 1-196)

Chapter 50 - Master of Art

"Master, could I have a minute of your time?" Neira asks after arriving in front of me.

「Looks like everyone wants a piece of me today. Oh well, it does feel kinda good being this popular, haha.」

"That depends on what you need. We should start preparing for the night soon. But I'm happy to help however I can."

She nods with a beautiful smile. "It won't take long, I promise. I just need a favour or two back in my studio. It's purely for my hobby so I understand if the timing is not that good."

That certainly can be observed from her attire. She is currently wearing a loose white shirt with her sleeves rolled up a bit onto her forearms, and simple, brown pants. Both pieces of clothing are stained with various colours, definitely from painting or perhaps mixing some stuff. Not gonna lie, she looks really charming in this getup. It also fits her short, white hair.

I wave my hand. "It's fine. Come on, lead the way. I'm actually curious what you may need."

We don't waste any more time and head down. I take a peek into Sirgia's workshop, and yeah, she's working hard. It looks like she is even more fired up than usual. Did our morning fun make her like that? It's such a weird thought. But hey, what is not weird about me. My cum is literal magic. Why should I even be surprised by these things anymore?

Neira leads me into her own, small workshop, and I spot the change tight from the doorstep. There are many more utensils and different painting appliances and tools than I remember being here. Also, there are a few standing frames with rectangular or square shapes covered by material. I guess those are some of her works.

Overtaken by curiosity, I move to the closest one and try to lift the sheet up a little, but Neira is quick to notice and slaps my hand away, positioning herself between me and her secret showpiece.

"These are not yet finished, Master. You would only embarrass me if you saw them. Please, wait until they are done, okay?" she says in a playfully sad tone.

"My bad. But the curiosity is really eating me inside out, you know? I haven't seen any of your bigger works yet, besides some sketches and portraits for our menu."

Neira chuckles. "I will soon present you with my first masterpiece, Master, I just need some more time. And also, your help, because that's the reason I asked for you. I can't move forward alone from where I currently am."

I nod my head. "I see. I'm all yours then. What do you need me to do?"

She then starts moving various frames and other structures from the middle of the chamber to the sides with my assistance. We clear the center pretty quickly and Neira positions an empty easel there, equipping it with a clear board. She brings some of her utensils and arranges them around on a few stools. Then, we drag a fancy, pillowy chair, almost a small throne, from the corner of the room and set it in front of the painting station. I wonder where she got it. It was most likely in one of the storages or they just moved it here from the mansion.

"Please, sit comfortably, Master." She points at the chair and I comply.

Seeing her pick up a pencil and eye me from bottom to top makes all the gears in my head click and I finally realize my role.

"You are going to draw me?"

Neira smiles and nods. "In simple words, yes. I've been spending almost all my free time recently trying to return to my previous glory, as they say. I had quite some time of a forced break after we left the main community with the Princess. I need practice to regain my past style and ability."

"Understandable. I guess the other elves were helping you out with that during their visits down here?"

Her eyes widen a little and she gets visibly surprised. "Ah. Master can sense us. Right. Even if only a bit. Ummm... how much..."