I've always seen the human body as a canvas, something plain that can easily be made beautiful.

My years of training have given me the skills of an artist; my occupation, any tool I could desire to make my visions come to life.

She was such perfect material to work with for my very first masterpiece; I transformed her raw beauty into refined magnificence.

If only I could have done it for a purer reason.

How despicable I must seem to her; what I monster I've become.

Dressing her up to impress those who cannot wait to see her die.