"Mommy, mommy, look!"
What innocence. What curiosity. And the rarity of it now.
"Yes, love, it's rather bold."
"What do you think?"
"Minimalist. But I do love the simplicity."
Oh how kind. Now who is this?
Finger to her lip, with her eyes inspecting the frame and its content, she tilted her head and smiled, looking at it over and over. Seeing, digging, deeper, dreamer.
What a doll, this one. I wonder what you think Miss 'Rouge.' Your lips do give your sensuality away. And your hips. A lovely pose indeed. A little misguided, yet you know what you want, don't you? You're a figure fit for power. I can see the ambition in your eyes.
"Hey Loden, what about this one?"
"That'd be perfect for the study! What does it cost?"
"Hello, excuse me? Sir? Sir! Over here!"
Her smile is gone. She stares back at the couple, whom wave their hands excitedly about to get the gallery owner's attention. She turns back to the frame, and walks away.
Farewell Miss 'Rouge.' Perhaps in a different setting we shall meet again.
Night falls over as the moon takes its stand. The lights are shut off and a dark figure creeps.
Who is this? What is your intention? Wait. I recognize those lips..
She takes the frame off the wall, tucks it into a large black case, and creeps away.
You crimson bitch, where are you taking me?!
(photo via Net-A-Porter.com)
