78. Bidding

Maxim Vasiliev

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I heard Brielle’s low gasp and I bit my lip to refrain from laughing. We were staring at the painting of a woman who was hanging from the ceiling, naked. Her breasts shot out and the painting was only of her upper body.

Brielle turned to look at me, mouth agape.

“You keep opening your mouth for me like you want me to fill it with something.”

She snapped it shut, blushing. She looked away from me, taking a peek at the other paintings around us. The one by our left was of a woman who was tied up, lying on her stomach, her pale skin decorated with red strokes. One could tell she had been flogged. The one by our right was of a naked man going down on a naked woman.

Brielle looked back at me. “Max!”

I arched an eyebrow, a small smile playing on my lips. “What? Do you hate it here?”

She hesitated, looking down at her heeled feet. Taking her silence as a no, I placed my hand on her waist and led her to the next painting. The one with the red ass.

“This is you when you de