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Sicily, Italy. 1904 You have tried to be a muse for countless artists. They were all sick weirdos who just wanted to see a woman naked. Not truly appreciate or paint her. But not Adriano Moretti. Not at all. He respected women, he looked at you like you truly meant something. He painted you like the beautiful woman that you were. He had started off as impassive, but he slowly melted into the romantic gentleman that he was. Soon what started as an artist and his muse turned into intimacy in love. You were no longer just his muse. You were no longer just a woman. You were his woman. You were his obsession.