Selina waited patiently for Helena to take a can, a color choice the woman made wisely. The color red stood for a good many things in the eyes of different people: passion, murder, evil, power...maybe it was all of those things to Selina. Maybe not. She was rather partial to black.
"Wonderful, isn't it?" Selina tipped her head and smiled warmly, "How about that wall over there? It looks like it could use an artistic touch up."
She motioned to an old, brick wall that had chipping paint and was somewhat overgrown. It, at present, faced the street however and anyone walking by would be able to see whatever was painted there. It was an eyesore at the moment.