It's a Dragon, Pearly white with irridesent black feet, forehead and tail. It's colored like a jewel, against a backdrop of forest green. You'd sooner die than sell this one piece...so of course it's the one you've been offered the most for.
By the scumbag just walking into your door.
"Hello." He says, smugly self-important, as always.
"Hello, Arthur." You say, wishing you could say other things to him. He's five years older than you, rich as a king and the best friend of your landlord. Not a good combination, at least, not for you. He's been lusting for your painting for years. You've been shoving the fact that he can't have it down his throat every chance you get.
You two aren't a happy couple.
"I've come to see how my painting's doing." He says. He always starts that way. My painting. MY painting, like it's already sold. Self important snip.
"It's not for sale, Arthur. Not even for you." You say, going behind your counter and picking up your paintbrush."
"Come now! I'm sure you can find it in your heart to give it to me. I can be very generous."
"Arthur," You say, laying down the line for the fourteenth time this month. "We've been through this before. There isn't a chance in a black hole, that I'd give this painting to you." You dip your brush into Burnt Umber. "Maybe another one."
"Maybe you ought to become that thing you like so much." Arthur says. "Then maybe you'd give me that thing. I'm telling you how generous I've been...I could have had you thrown out before now. Maybe you ought to know just how powerful I can be in this town!"
"Cool off, Art." You say, finally tired of dealing with him. "And GET OUT before you do! I don't ever want you coming in here again. You're an annoyance, you chase away my customers, you ruin my business and you wreck havoc with my Muses. Unless you all you want to see is brown for the rest of your life--except for what falls off your nose-"
"I'm a brown nose?" He askes.
"You've got your head so far up your own--"
"Shut up!"
"--your TEETH are brown!" You finish, triumphantly. "Now get out before I have you arrested for harrassment." You've threatened this before. This isn't the first blowup you've had.
"Fine. Just see what I do."
"FINE!" You shout, then turn to the canvass to add a few touches to a new painting.
But...something's wrong with your hand!