A businesswoman after all
Gabrielle has always given her work away for free here, when she's willing to part with it, but in the plot hole's absence there seems to be no sense in giving something for nothing. She takes a look through the fans strewn about her room, gathers them up, and brings them downstairs. This time when she sets up her table, she puts up a sign next to it reading 'For Trade.'
The scenes are full of bright color, gleaming sunlight and blue lakes. The fans are simple; painted only, no lace or ivory or silver and gold edging. Those supplies ran out some time ago.
As usual, one side of the table is devoted to the most innocent depictions; a couple dancing, a mermaid sunning herself. More . . . discerning tastes will find what they want on the other side -- the couple alone, having slipped away from the party, or just what the mermaid chooses to do to the sailor once he is in her clutches.
Gabrielle waits, propping her chin up on her hand, sipping a glass of water from time to time. Her chocolate, alas, is all gone.
The scenes are full of bright color, gleaming sunlight and blue lakes. The fans are simple; painted only, no lace or ivory or silver and gold edging. Those supplies ran out some time ago.
As usual, one side of the table is devoted to the most innocent depictions; a couple dancing, a mermaid sunning herself. More . . . discerning tastes will find what they want on the other side -- the couple alone, having slipped away from the party, or just what the mermaid chooses to do to the sailor once he is in her clutches.
Gabrielle waits, propping her chin up on her hand, sipping a glass of water from time to time. Her chocolate, alas, is all gone.