He noticee that a large number of party goers were painting eachother with an odd brush. He watches, and sees a woman paint herself
into a centaur, another into a rubber doll, another into an armless torso, it was oddly arousing. One of the women seemed to be in strict
possesion of the brush. You sumrise "She's probably an artist of some sort" when you see a two headed spider woman walk by.