It was early afternoon, the time when anyone with a real career would have been hard at work, and Emrys was pouring a second glass of wine from the decanter by the door. The lounge, as he called this room (a term more appropriate than study or library as it was seldom used for anything other than lounging) had two rather massive pieces of artwork propped against one wall, with the couches in the room facing their general direction. Both were the same dimensions, taller than a man and even wider than that, and neither had been framed yet. One depicted a pastoral scene from some myth (Greek, perhaps? he hadn't bothered to look into it) while one was a depiction of what appeared to be a wrestling contest, overseen by a large and very engaged crowd. Both featured a frankly gratuitous amount of nudity. Fortunately, those he'd invited to observe his latest acquisitions (with the promise of wine and hors d'ouevres in exchange for their artistic opinions) were not the sort to mind.

Both of the paintings were, to any normal audience, a bit shocking, not least because of their size. That was very much the point, though; this room, on the second floor and away from the main ballroom, was not for his typical party guests. It was occasionally used for after-party events, with a much smaller and more exclusive crowd. The sorts of people who would be visiting this room were, in short, the sort who shouldn't mind some artistic nudity; presenting them with it in full force as soon as they entered seemed to be a good way to weed out those who were not quite ready to participate before things really got interesting.

"Right," he said, returning to his position on the sofa nearest the windows, which were open to let in both the fresh air and sunlight on what had turned out to be an unseasonably lovely day. "Now that you've had a chance to take them in, which do you think better compliments the curtains?"

OOC: Open to any/all of the degenerates