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...