On the right canvas...
Reaching down like some Renaissance master's vision, suspended by fantastic, perfect gull wings...
Me.
I stared upwards at my image.
"It's beautiful," Jezebel whispered. "What's it called?"
I bent forward to squint at the little name card.
Then I froze.
"Jezebel. You take that hand out from between my thighs right now."
"Can't blame me for trying," she said, innocently.
I sighed, squinted at the name plate...
"Oh no."
"What?"
"It's titled 'Death and the Maiden.' I mean, honestly..." I added, straightening.
Jezebel snorted; I glanced at her and saw the amused grin.
"Humans. So dramatic," she breathed. Her hand moved slowly down my back and curled around my hip. "I love that she got your wings and cheekbones, though. I might even forgive her."
"Oh you."
