Calling All...Artists?
Ilse is sitting on the floor somewhere in the main room, hair braided and legs clad in blue stockings. She has been outside picking flowers, and is now plucking the petals and watching them make a pile in her lap.
"Herr Karal says there are plenty of artists here," she muses, her voice innocent and cheerful. "I was wondering if perhaps there were any in need of a model? It is what I did back home, and the artists there all liked me very much!"
"Herr Karal says there are plenty of artists here," she muses, her voice innocent and cheerful. "I was wondering if perhaps there were any in need of a model? It is what I did back home, and the artists there all liked me very much!"