Thread: In a Twisted World {Prince x LeatrixSage}

She wasn't sure what she had expected, really, but it wasn't the vertible forest of ropes that she walked into. The intricate webs of ropes and knots broke up what should have been a large room with four walls into a twisted labyrinth to get lost in. Guests milled about whispering to each other. She paused here and there to admire the ropes, but also to listen. Some discussed the knot work, the type of rope used, or the color choices the same way they would admire an oil painting in a gallery. Others were more lecherous, their focus on the models and their artfully exposed bodies. It all reinforced her curiosity What was the model feeling as a display piece in someone else's work of art? The vulnerability in it was... terrifyingly intriguing. The room began to fill slowly, and the press of shifting bodies slowly maneuvered her around the room until she found herself drawn toward the central piece. As she admired the rope work, realization struck her. The tree wasn't a tree.. or, maybe it was and she was seeing what she wanted to see. But, the red and blue ropes, and how they were wrapped... she couldn't help but see veins and arteries. In the center was the heart, and the model tied up beneath it. 'Macabre and beautiful,' she thought again, allowing herself to reach out and touch the ropes. They were soft, but drawn tight. Each rope was being pulled in multiple different directions by every other rope. She admired the effort and the creativity, but she wasn't sure she understood yet what the artist's story was. She meant to circle the exhibit again, wanting to approach each piece with the idea that they may not be what they seemed... but the growing audience was against her, and their movements pressed her back into a body that was firmer and broader than her own. He shifted to give her room, and as she looked up to apologize, he gave her a friendly smile that was half hidden by a half-mask. The black made his eyes startlingly blue, but they seemed warm beneath his mask. Warm and yet... there was something in them that made her want to hold her breath. Stunning. Are you a fan of his art as well? his voice had a tember to it that made her smile behind her mask. I don't know him, she admitted, her voice muffled by her mask, but clear, but it is stunning. Turning veins and arteries into trees and then hanging beautiful women beneath what appear to be hearts of wood. I'm not certain yet what his meaning is, but I enjoy looking at his work. She looked back up at him, some random question on her lips, but it vanished when she spotted the red badge on his lapel. Somehow, out of all the guests milling about, she had bumped into one of the instructors for the evening. Her observations were likely child-like in comparison to his understanding of the work. I think you may know a good deal more about this, than me, though, she admitted with a laugh. I confess, I've never seen shibari before. It's much more intricate than I expected. Ropes and knots, she looked around again, taking in the room as a whole, and then sighed. It's so much more than I thought it would be. Inexorably, her eyes were drawn back to the model in the center of the room. I find myself wondering what she is thinking, though, more than anything else. What must it feel like to be her in this moment? What about you? she asked as she looked back up to him. Looking him in the eyes felt almost inappropriate - like they saw more than they should - and yet they seemed to have a way of captivating her attention. What do you see?