†You step into the studio carefully. Quickly you are engulfed by the fresh scent of wet paint. Around you are canvas', portraits, paints, sketches, and other artistic items. Moving over to a picture, you touch it lightly with the tip of your index finger. Shocked as you feel the paint is wet, you take a set back. Someone was just here, you tell yourself. Someone was just painting this. You turn around, looking into the shadows but seeing nothing. As you look to the far corner of the room, you see a large painting hanging on the wall, surrounded by flowers as if it were a dedication to someone. Slowly you move towards it.†



†You inspect it carefully, noticing an strange famarilarness to the women in the picture. Looking over it more closely, you see that it is of the women from the picture before, but the colourfulness of this ones and the seductiveness of the other makes it hard to place the women as the same. Unmistakeably though, they are the same women. Looking down in the right hand corner of the picture you read the inscription.†

To Miss Amiel
May you capture those dreams
Your Beloved Richaud

†Probably some old lover, you think yourself as you step back. Glancing over the picture, you think that whomever this Richaud was, was a talented artist. Such capturing of the Lady Amiel in such a mystical and fantasy-like surroundings. Attentively, you start wandering around from picture to picture.†

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Back to the Study?
Time to venture upstairs?
Want to end this now?