@samson-hart Following Seth's proposition, Miju has come to the Bearded Lady with all the necessary supplies. Today's muse is to be Samson, who Miju has never met, but has heard good things about from Max.
This being business, Miju is determined to remain professional (don't ask his old colleagues from cartography about his professionalism -- this job now is one he actually cares about), but it's sort of tough from the get-go, walking into a den of utter iniquity. He'd feel perfectly comfortable if he was here socially, but something about being a professional in a place so salacious feels difficult to balance.
So he walks into the room he'll be drawing Sam in, perhaps a little more uptight than usual. "Samson, right? I'm Miju. You're still good to sit for me today?" He holds a hand out to shake, faltering only for the briefest moment. Ugh. Go figure he's going to be drawing the most attractive people in the city. It's not a surprise, but Miju is definitely beginning to question his ability to remain a totally professional artist. How long before he gets flustered or says something inappropriate?
