Thread: Sharing His Muse with the World (with Words and Conviction)

More wine, signori? Marianna Valentino asked, holding up the bottle of fine red wine. She bent over him ever so slightly, as she poured the deep burgundy liquid into his glass, affording him an all too brief view of her ample cleavage. She could feel Count Foretti's drinking in her body, rather than his wine, but that was fine. Intoxication was the couple's goal, but whether it was brought on by the wine or by her beauty, she did not care. She poured herself a glass, as well as a third for her husband, who was out of the room at the moment. Tell me Count, how did you enjoy Florence? She asked, running her fingers down from his shoulder to his elbow. Before she met Marcus, Marianna had trained to be a courtesan. music, classic literature, etiquette, all the popular topics of conversation, and, most importantly, seduction. Had she not decided to pursue love instead of profit, she would have most likely become a famous and favored courtesan. Regardless, her skills made her perfectly suited for the task of convincing The Count to patron Marcus' art. Evening now, as her soft turquoise eyes followed him, as he spoke of his rather uneventful trip, her expression betrayed nothing but utter captivation. Even though his eyes rarely met hers, preferring to fix his gaze upon her body. She didn't dare make a fuss about it, she knew all too well how dire the couple's financial situation was, and if the Count would not support them, it would be months before they could attempt to impress another nobleman. Marcus arrived, wheeling in a large marble statue covered by a paint splattered sheet. Under the canvas was Marcus' latest work, a piece she herself had not yet seen. She had no doubt that it was absolutely stunning, as all his work was. It was what originally attracted her to Marcus, as he told her that she was his muse, and that if he could not have her hand in marriage, he would never create a meaningful piece of art in his life. She certainly couldn't deny the world his works now, could she? While their marriage was extremely happy, money was always an issue. Marianna and Count Foretti turned their attention to the unveiling, Marcus was beaming as he carefully pulled the sheet off. Marianna let out an impressed gasp as the statue came into sight, a completely nude figure of a woman. Long curly hair framed her face, falling just below her shoulders. Her arms were down at her sides, holding a sash that rested on her hips, and was the only scrap of clothing present on the figure. Her teardrop breasts were much fuller than most marbled statues of women. The nipples were perky and incredibly detailed, drawing ones eyes to them. Just below a slender waist narrowed and widened once more as it formed into round hips, ideal for childbearing. Nothing covered the public mound, as the vulva was intricately sculpted. Soft, thick thighs formed from there, growing leaner as the legs grew longer. It was easily Marcus' greatest work yet, but that was not what inspired her gasp. She recognized every line on this statue, because she had seen them before. Often, every single day when she looked in the mirror, and in Marcus' eyes when they made love. He had sculpted her, down to the smallest detail. She looked over at Count Foretti, and she could tell that he recognized her in the statue, at least the parts of her he had seen so far. A deep crimson blush covered her face as she felt as though she had been stripped before the man who had already been leering at her all evening.