"Take off your clothes."

Anna stared at the man. He was older, with silver hair at his temples, and a suit that looked more expensive than her car. They were standing in the middle of the empty art gallery. Her painting, a mess of blue and red, was on the wall behind him. The only light came from the spotlights on the art, making long shadows on the floor.

"What?" she asked. Her voice was small. She thought she must have heard him wrong.

He didn't smile. He didn't change his expression ...