Christobal thought that Emrys would appreciate his pornographic genius. Why wouldn't he want a painting like this? It would fulfill his needs for arousal at times of loneliness, when he couldn't find a living person to join him in pleasure.

"Oh, alright," Christobal said, a hint of bitterness in his voice. "Only stripping, then. But we could still find a model who will play with herself for us."

And then they could all play together.