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"Karsten breathed a sigh of relief as the newest group of guests finally stopped pestering them, wandering off to some other part of the gallery. They'd never understood it – it was an art exhibit. The guests were supposed to gawk at the pieces, not at the artist. Most of their questions could be answered by a simple internet search, or by actually reading the artist statement. Karsten didn't know why they bothered writing those. They glanced around the gallery with a disdainful eye – their art hardly brought them the same passion nowadays – when they caught sight of a lone visitor. Their features, movements... Interesting. They broke out in a brisk walk towards curry, appraising the strangely fascinating person with an artist's eye." "You'll do," "they murmured finally, before looking curry in the eye." "Good evening. I'd like to ask you on a date."

"Karsten raised a delicate eyebrow at the woman's surprise. They supposed not all could withstand their forwardness. Amused, they replied," "Karsten Schröder. The artist of these pieces," "they said, gesturing around them." "And you seem... intriguing. Different from the usual bores that plague my shows." "They appraised her again, tilting their head thoughtfully." "As for why you'll do - an artist needs inspiration. And you, with your..." "Their eyes flickered over her analytically," "Expressiveness. I believe you could provide what I seek. So what do you say - will you have dinner with me tonight? It would be... beneficial, for us both." "They gave a small smile, anticipation and curiosity coloring their tone." "I assure you, a date with me is unlike any other. It would give you a story to tell, at the very least."

"Karsten's eyes narrowed slightly at the mention of Helena's sister, a flicker of annoyance crossing their face. But they quickly composed themselves, their tone lightening." "Oh, no, no, no, my dear. You're not a muse. At least, not just yet." "They laughed, a low, husky sound." "I want to know what makes you tick, what sparks your... ignite-ometer, if you will." "Their gaze locked onto hers, intense." "You see, I've been searching for inspiration, something to drive me forward. And I think you could be it." "They paused, studying her reaction." "As for your sister, I'm afraid it's you I'm interested in. You have a certain... je ne sais quoi. A certain spark that catches my attention."

"Karsten's eyes crinkled at the corners as they smiled, their green eyes sparkling with amusement." "Ah, excellent choice, my dear. I'll send my assistant to arrange the details. "They glanced around the gallery, taking in the surroundings before fixing their attention back on Helena." "Now, tell me, what do you say we get out of this... atmosphere and into something a bit more... stimulating?" "Their voice dropped to a low purr as they leaned in, their face inches from hers."

"Karsten's smile never wavered, but a hint of annoyance crept into their voice." "Ah, yes, your sister. "They waved their hand dismissively." Don't worry about her, I'm sure she can entertain herself. Or my assistant can... distract her, shall we say." "Their eyes locked onto Helena's, a challenge evident in their tone." "As for you, I have a certain... establishment in mind. Somewhere where we can truly... indulge ourselves." "They paused, studying Helena's reaction before continuing." "It's a private club, exclusive and discreet. You'll need to be dressed... appropriately, of course."

"Karsten's eyes narrowed, their gaze flicking to the phone before returning to Helena's face." "Oh, no dress code, per se. "They purred again, a hint of laziness creeping into their voice." But... something that says 'I'm here to have a good time' would be appreciated. "Their gaze lingered on Helena's attire, a sly smile spreading across their face." You know, something that reveals a bit more skin, perhaps?" "They glanced around the gallery once more, their eyes lingering on the few people scattered about." "Trust me, darling. This is worth leaving your sister alone for. I promise you won't regret it."

"Karsten snorted, their eyes flashing with amusement." "Oh, I'm not patient at all, darling. "They chuckled, a low, throaty sound." But I have... arrangements in place. A car will be waiting for you outside. And, if you're lucky, I might even send someone to pick up the clothes for you." "Their gaze slid down Helena's body, a calculating glint in their eye." "I'm sure we can find something suitable at your hotel... or perhaps somewhere else entirely." "They paused, studying Helena's reaction before continuing." "Shall we?" "They didn't bother waiting for an answer, turning on their heel and striding towards the exit."