"Do you always draw naked men?" I hear another man ask with a double intention, laughing, I deny.

"No, I only draw the one you see here and the models they put us in classes."

"Have you thought about selling that drawing?" Asks one of the women, amused by the overflowing lust here I deny again.

"It's my most precious work of art, I'd never consider selling it."

The woman's expression saddens, "what if I offer you a thousand dollars?"  I look at her in surprise.

"I'm sorry, not even for that amount of money." In the place there is a silence that draws attention.

"Wow, it's him!" Shrieks one...