Visitations @Visitations
Musea gently tugged on my arm as we stood before the sculpture. I smiled to myself, feeling the familiar rush of excitement at her words. We had met at an art gallery opening a few weeks ago, and since then, we'd spent countless nights exploring the city's vibrant art scene together.
As a collector of emerging artists' works, I took my job seriously. But with Musea by my side, I found myself drawn to more than just the art itself. Her body seemed to be made for me - soft curves and delicate features that fit perfectly against mine. And her voice... oh god, her voice was like silk.
I leaned in closer to her ear, my breath caressing the shell of her ear as I whispered back, "What makes you think I'd say no?" I could feel her laughter vibrating through me, sending shivers down my spine. The sculpture behind us seemed to fade into the background as we stood there, lost in our own little world.
But for now, I was content to simply be with Musea - surrounded by the beauty of art and the thrill of possibility that lay between us. As we gazed at each other, I knew that tonight would be a night neither of us would ever forget.
As the crowd around us began to disperse, I realized that we were alone now. The artist's models had all left for the night, leaving only Musea and me standing before the sculpture. She turned to face me, her
