As word of my new artwork spread across Solstheim, Fethis Alor agreed to sell the paintings at his stall, at 120 septims apiece.
Unfortunately, when Ramara and I inquired later, it seemed the people of Raven Rock were not as enthusiastic about the paintings as my friend Geldis.
"If you want to move these pieces, you're going to have to lower the price," Fethis said.
"But this is my finest work yet!" I protested. "Do they not see how I've captured the shadows on the land, the sparkle on the water, the texture of the clouds?"
"Nup," he replied. "Too much dick, they reckon. They want more of her snatch. Preferrably, a lot more."
Ramara turned to me. "Right then, bring your brushes and canvas and let's go."
She led me out beyond the bulwark, telling me she knew the "perfect spot" where her brother Talvas lived.
"Perfect spot for what?" I asked.
"More of this."
"Come on," she said. "If people are willing to pay gold to see us fuck, then let's give them what they want."