Chapter 14 Whoreship Stuff

• “What is the matter? You seem troubled.” Rafayel, perched upon a ladder, gave me a brief glance as I entered the contemporary art gallery. “Be careful where you walk, there are numerous brushes strewn about. Stay put, I will descend to you.”
• I disregarded his warning and continued towards him. Rafael let out a weary sigh, but I failed to see what was in front of me. Before I knew it, I had slipped and collided with the rungs of the ladder.
• Rafael came crashing down on top of me, wincing in pain. I wiped my face and noticed the brush he was holding had struck me, leaving my face streaked with taro purple paint.