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[Blanche Hawk]

Blanche was amused. She met Loki a few days ago in the Three Broomsticks, he told her that he is an artist and few drinks later he asked her to pose to his newest project. He didn’t say anything else only to come to his studio. For a few days the courtesan considered his offer and since Zsadsit left her two months ago, she had nothing else to do, so she could do something constructive rather than meeting wealthy men willing to pay big money for one night with her. Blanche just wondered if this young – he really couldn’t be older than her! – man was aware about what kind of a woman she was. One morning she decided to write to him a short note, announcing that she will call upon him soon.

It was a hot Summer day when Blanche left the mansion dressed up in one of her favourite summer dresses. Her long blonde hair were brushed and pinned up in a loose bun. The perfumes she used this morning were light and refreshing and jewellery – small and modest.

She arrived at Mr Torvik’s studio, feeling as a thrill of excitement ran down her spine. She loved new experience and the courtesan hoped that it will be one of them. Blanche simply never posed for an artist of any sort. Nobody wanted to immortalize her face or silhouette on a painting, but this one wanted. She was curious about it and it was the main reason why she appeared by his door. Blanche knocked twice and waited for someone to open the door. Finally, it swung open and she stood face to face with Loki himself. Corners of her rosy lips raised in invisible smile as she greeted him politely. "I hope I didn’t catch you in the middle of something" she said suggestively.

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[Loki Torvik]

All my joys are due to thee, as souls unbodied

Art. Just plain painting had gotten him nowhere. Sure, he was good. Very good in fact but he wasn't good enough to earn fame or great fortune from his work. At least, not his old work anyhow. Not too long ago he had decided what he needed was a niche. A niche he came to realize, would be rather easy to discover in the cloistered web of the wizarding world. With muggles and the wizarding population at odds, it instantly made the figurative pond much smaller as wizards were more likely to trade with their own kind than muggles.

So naturally, he had turned from portraits and landscapes to pornography. Didn't they say to achieve a good painting one had to be passionate and put their heart into their work? Well Loki didn't put his heart into anything but he could certainly be passionate. Passionate about what he knew best. Women.

And what a lucrative trade! Forbidden artworks that the wealthy man would pay through the nose for, for what was simply a little paint on canvas or a revealing sketch on parchment. It was almost all profit. What his little works of art went out in the world to do, he didn't really care, what he did like was the opportunity it gave him to invite women to his home without them suspecting a thing. All women were vain after all, some more so than others, but all vain in the end and if they thought they were starring in some fabulous artwork then that would at least get them to his house, convincing them it was necessary for them to remove a few layers wasn't usually too difficult. The poorer were often satisfied with the persuasion of money, the wealthier... Well, he could be pretty convincing. That and blackmail could work a treat. After all, who was going to believe that she had come to his house for an innocent meeting? It was his word against hers and in a male oriented society, he would almost always get the benefit of the doubt.

Loki was currently lounging on a tatty chaise lounge, arms folded behind his head and eyes shut. Not expecting Blanche to show at any particular time. If she never showed up then so be it, but he had hoped she would. She fit perfectly the description he had received from a gentleman who wanted to commission a work from him. Hearing a knock at the door, he sighed and slowly got to his feet and made a brief effort to straighten out his somewhat disheveled appearance. Satisfied, he then maneuvered himself over to his door and opened it, leaning against the door frame casually. So she had decided to take him up on his offer! He was very pleased by this. Grinning quite smugly, he stood up straight to greet his... guest. "Not at all, not at all," he replied, beckoning her inside and allowing her the honor of shutting his door for him. "I am glad you decided to come, a pretty face like yours is hard to come by."

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[Blanche Hawk]

"Of course" she summed up his comment, her gaze lazily examined his posture. He didn't seem to be nervous or disturbed, which could only prove his words to be right. Good. More than anything Blanche hated to be an uninvited guest. To be honest she was always uninvited guest every time when she appeared by Zsadist's side at parties.

Her watchful eyes scanned the interior of his house. She was always curious about how other people lived. For some time her only home was a whore house and later beautiful estate of her patron, which needed a woman's hand, however she had no courage to change anything.

Her blue eyes travelled back to Loki. She raised her brow in a unspoken question, but when she didn't received an answer she sighed -- a bit impatiently -- and asked: "Are you going to invite me further or we'll stay here all day long?"

"Before we start" she said when he finally corrected his behaviour "I want to know more about my part in that project, Mr Tovik."

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[Loki Torvik]

All my joys are due to thee, as souls unbodied

His hand rose to run through his mess of loose dark curls as he continued to smirk. Unfortunately she was curious but the question was could he trust her not to have a sudden attack of morals and refuse to participate or would she try and weasel a larger cut of money? He had certainly encountered both reactions among others. "Your part in the project? Why you are the star of it!" he replied as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. He had purposely been vain and dodged around giving any more information. If she pressed him further, then he would give more thought as to his reply but if she did not, then that would be even better.

He led her further into the room, the wallpaper was peeling a little in places and there was the odd splash of paint on both the paper and the floor. Amongst old newspapers and stacks of books there were canvases and other such art materials messily arranged. He was a bachelor through and through and while he might be able to afford servants if he so desired, or in fact a nicer establishment altogether, he rather liked his organized cluttered lifestyle. It was his and his alone. There was an old battered second-hand coffee table near the couch he had been lounging on that was littered in paintbrushes, a pallet and sheets of crumpled parchment - some with sketches on and some pristine and untouched with a few scrunched up into balls scattered in between.

"I might require you to remove some layers of clothing... You would not mind too much would you? Art is art, after all and you cannot deny that today's fashion does obscure nature's own art in the female form. The Ancient Greeks were far less restrictive... If only we could live in such a society now..." He spoke wistfully as though reminiscing of days passed. The reality was less sincere.

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[Blanche Hawk]

She smiled at his words and followed him further. Her eyes registered a usual bachelor mess, which in her not so long, but very intensive career, she met very often, when a man didn't have a housekeeper. He was an artist, however, and Blanche imagined that he didn't bother himself with such things like cleaning.

That was alright. She was a star. Good sign, but it wasn't really convincing. Blanche didn't care about her reputation – she built it on things that the society considered as the most scandalous. She smiled, politely as he asked if she mind taking off some of her clothes. She was truly surprised that he didn't realize nature of her profession. Luckily, Blanche was interested in many things since she became a courtesan of one man and she knew what kind of beauty canons in art ancient Greeks had. Truly, they were far less restrictive and if Blanche lived in those times, she would be more respected woman than she was now. Beautiful and intelligent, she could be famous back then. Nowadays, her name was going to fade as soon as she became old and ugly.

She was torn between playing upper class lady and being completely honest with the artist. After a long while of observing Loki, she finally moved, letting her actions speak for her. Slowly, the courtesan started to undress herself, revelling luscious body that she hid beneath layers of clothing. When only silk stockings were left on her legs she stepped forward and stood before him. After that her hands raised to her head and took off a pin from her hair, letting them to fall freely on her shoulders and back. Blanche looked into Mr Tovik's eyes and pouted her rosy lips with two mischievous sparks dancing in her eyes. "Is it enough for you?" she asked, provocatively twirling. "Can we start now, Mr Tovik? I'm anxious to see what will come from this."

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[Loki Torvik]

All my joys are due to thee, as souls unbodied

Had Loki been more of a gentleman, he might have diverted his eyes and allowed Blanche to shed her clothes without his eyes lazily hovering over her form. But he wasn't. And he wasn't about to change his ways and become one either. She would have to like it or lump it.

He raised his eyebrows at the woman who had needed no second encouragement to shed her layers of clothing and it was at that precise moment when he began wondering how much further he could make her go. Perhaps she had guessed at the true nature of his work but- no, no there were more than plenty of artists who featured nude models for innocent works of art, perhaps not so many as in the renaissance era but there were still some.

He chuckled at his latest discovery and took out his wand, waving it as his paints and brushes and the likes all arranged themselves how he liked them, included in that a canvas which levitated gently down onto the empty easel. He then summoned a few props that he had purchased for the exact commission he wanted to use Blanche for. Included amongst it all was large sheet of dark purple velvet with a gold trim on one side that looked suspiciously like it might have been hanging in someone's window as a curtain and a fresh, shiny red apple with absolutely nothing suspicious about it at all, well save for those who had read Snow White more often than they should and had developed a fear of shiny red apples of the poisonous variety.

"Now," he began gesturing towards the stool in front of his easel, "if you wouldn't mind-" and then he stopped. The stool would not do. "If you'll excuse me for a moment..." He moved the stool to the other side of the room with a careless flick of his wand and then went over to a drawer where he took out a miniature model of a chaise lounge. He could admit to owning two of the furniture pieces but he wasn't about to his stained and tattered one for his work. He placed the miniature down on the floor, a little further back than the stool had been and then used engorgio to make it full size. "Now if you wouldn't mind taking a seat there," he paused to hand her the velvet sheet, "and experiment a little with this but don't cover yourself too much, it's not for warmth after all." The apple remained in his hand as he waited to see what she would do.

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[Blanche Hawk]

Blanche felt his gaze, lingering her form as she undressed. It wasn’t anything new for her. Men were always very curious about her figure, about womanly curves that lied under her dress. She grew used to it. To be honest: those gazes amused her. Especially, when she knew that they won’t have her.

The courtesan took the red fabric from him and looked at him, with a small smile roving at her lips. She saw where it was leading and the real nature of his work was quite obvious to her. It didn’t bother her: her patron didn’t buy such things, because it didn’t interest him. If such a piece of work would ever fall into hands of one of his acquaintances there was no harm in it. Blanche was loyal to her employer: she would never sleep with other when he was in the country, beside her. However, if it could help his business, she wouldn’t hesitate.

Red fabric was wrapped around her hip, tightly like a vague resemblance of Venus of Milo. Blanche lied on a longue with a sultry smile and then raised her arms to cross them above her head. "Is it… artistic enough for you, Mr Tovik?" her tone was teasing, her eyes sparkled mischievously. "Maybe I should uncover more?"

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[Loki Torvik]

All my joys are due to thee, as souls unbodied

Loki smirked. There was an astounding amount one could deduce about a person simply by requesting they remove their clothing. You had the prudish types, the self-conscious types, the confident, the harlots, the innocents... They were all things he had learned to spot by watching and then affirming as he got to know the women better and he could tell by watching Blanche that she was certainly not the self-conscious or prudish type, not at all. Prudes were outright irritating and often took far too much coercion than was worth but the self-conscious just needed a little gentle nudging in the right direction.

As she settled on the chaise, Loki readied his painting supplies and prepared himself to paint. Straightening his canvas so it was squarely on the easel, he looked back to his model who was speaking to him. A twisted smirk blossomed on his face as he observed her pose, had she done this before? "Very artistic," he replied sounding impressed.

It was quite refreshing to have someone pose who wasn't quite so unsure of themselves or just outright rigid and uncomfortable with the set up. That wasn't to say he didn't have a few contacts who were comfortable with it all but far too many of them were just outright awkward. Blanche was luckily not one of those. "How about half an inch or so?" he suggested, paintbrush poised and a smug sort of look on his face. He predicted the finished piece would be quite a popular one amongst his clientele.

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