One day in the early 15th century, it so happened that a renowned painter was voyaging through a small town. The wayfarer that he was he chose to keep his identity a secret and roamed the country like an itinerant. Conversing with the locals, he heard rumours about this damsel of heavenly beauty. To cut it short, this lady was a part of the town’s brothel. Out of pure curiosity and an insatiable thirst for inspiration, he decided to pay her a visit.
Upon his arrival, he met the brothel keeper and enquired about the woman. The man said, "She be comin’ at a high price. Ye must 'ave heard o' her beauty 'n mark me words, she be an expert at wha' she does. Are ye ready t' pay th' amount we demand?"
Upon his arrival, he met the brothel keeper and enquired about the woman. The man said, "She be comin’ at a high price. Ye must 'ave heard o' her beauty 'n mark me words, she be an expert at wha' she does. Are ye ready t' pay th' amount we demand?"