Bab 91: Ass or canvas? (R18)

Inside the art cave, the floor was a riot of color, a canvas in itself. Splatters and streaks of vibrant paints adorned the surface, creating an abstract tapestry of creative fervor. Each hue seemed to dance with its neighbors, blending and contrasting in a harmonious chaos.

The air held a faint scent of pigment and turpentine, a testament to the countless hours spent in artistic pursuit. Brushes lay scattered, each one a tool in the hands of the maestro who wielded them with skill and passion.

In the background, the strains of music floated through the air, weaving with the heady aroma of creativity. It wasn't an overpowering presence, but rather a subtle companion to the visual symphony that unfolded within these walls. The melodies seemed to ebb and flow in tandem with the artist's movements, a silent dance partner to the brushstrokes and splatters that brought life to the canvas.