Immoralfantasy - Painting Ms Macchiato - Tonyho... -

The air in the studio was thick with the scent of roasted espresso and linseed oil. Tonyho adjusted the spotlight, watching the golden light catch the steam rising from the cup held by his muse, Ms. Macchiato.

He stepped back, the brush slipping from his fingers. The fantasy was no longer just in his head; it was drying in front of him, smelling of art and the finest beans in the city. ImmoralFantasy - Painting Ms Macchiato - Tonyho...