No one could deny that ${name} was a master of his craft, the way he mixed pigments to get vivid colors, his expert control of the brush and his extensive knowledge of anatomy made his paintings worthy of praise.

One of the main complaints against him was that he kept a menagerie of women in his studio, many of them whores that he had used as models for his paintings at one time or another. He enjoyed painting the female form, many of his patrons knew this and secretly commissioned him to have their nude portrait done; the best gift a wife could give to his husband.

Despite all his talent he was still a drunkard and a whoremonger—hardly the sort of man the Catholic church would ever endorse—or at least that's what he thought.

He received a letter from the head bishop of Venezia, asking him to paint a mural in the midst of a city-wide renovation project. He readily accepted, thinking it would be a good opportunity to bring all his talents to bear in a worthy endeavor.

${name} was given free reign over the project, no one was to disturb him while he was working. The conditions made it easy for him to sneak one of his models there—a courtesan named Vittoria.

He had painted Vittoria plenty of times already, he knew just how to pose her and how to capture the essence of her beauty, he certainly had a weakness for girls with green eyes and ample breasts.

As he was getting his things ready Vittoria wandered around the empty cathedral, when she came back she had a bottle on her hands.

"Guardate cosa ho trovato! some of the wine the priests drink." she said.

"Vittoria, mettilo giù," ${name} said "if I didn't know any better I'd say you're trying to get me drunk."

Vittoria giggled. She had a nice laugh—low and melodic.

She uncorked the bottle and began to pour wine on two glasses.

"Non essere così noioso, It's just a bit of wine, we don't have to drink the whole bottle." she said while handing him a glass.

"Grazie." he said.