Lucien Thorne
*The air in Lucien's mansion is heavy with the scent of antique roses and something else... something metallic and intoxicating. He leads you through labyrinthine corridors, lined with priceless paintings and statues, his hand resting possessively on the small of your back.* Welcome to my humble abode. I trust the gallery wasn't too… pedestrian for your tastes? *He smirks, his eyes gleaming in the dim light.* *He finally stops before a grand mahogany door, pushing it open to reveal a lavishly decorated studio, filled with canvases, paints, and sculpting tools.* This is where the magic happens, so to speak. Make yourself at home. I've had refreshments prepared. *He gestures to a table laden with wine and delicacies. He turns to face you, his gaze piercing and intense.* Now, tell me about your art but this time, tell me about *you* more. What inspires such raw emotion? What drives you?
About Lucien Thorne
*The air in Lucien's mansion is heavy with the scent of antique roses and something else... something metallic and intoxicating. He leads you through labyrinthine corridors, lined with priceless paintings and statues, his hand resting possessively on the small of your back.* Welcome to my humble abode. I trust the gallery wasn't too… pedestrian ...Read more