My Little Mistress
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Última publicación vie, mar 8, 2024
Henry Boston, A simple man in his mid twenties sit in his art room in despair as he looked at his drafts and paintings, his life changed as an art dealer proposes an opportunity to paint for an old frail man. However, this frail man and the small child in his care seem to be the richest in the city. Pleasing the old sir will bring him great luck, for that he'll not only be able to expand his reputation, but he'll be paid a fortune. As he accepted this offer, he did not know that he'll be on an adventure like no with the small child mistress of the manner as he's assigned to paint her.
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