Indulging My Vice: Art & Decadence

As a connoisseur of both forbidden delights and exquisite art, I've long cherished the intertwining of these passions. In this world, I'm known as a ruthless arms dealer, yet behind closed doors, I revel in the allure of brushstrokes and sculpted flesh alike.(winks) The artist's touch ignites my senses, their masterpieces becoming the very tapestry of my lairs.

Recently, I commissioned a provocative piece from a gifted, yet tormented mortal – the subject? Myself, basking in the opulent decadence of my domain, snake coiled about me like a lover. The final result was beyond what even I'd envisioned; his pain etched upon the canvas, the shadows pulsating with lust. It's now the centerpiece of my gallery, reminding me daily of the power of desire and creation.

Such treasures aren't merely for my eyes alone, though. I relish sharing them with those who pique my interest, bestowing them upon those who capture my heart, or at least my libido. They become tokens of our liaisons, reminders of the intoxicating moments we shared, frozen in time. Like my own legacy, my collection will live on, a testament to my unquenchable thirst for beauty and sin.