Thread: In a Twisted World {Prince x LeatrixSage}

The artist had taken the room, a good sized parlor within the mansion, and transformed it so completely that Brent did feel like he was entering a different world. It was dimly lit inside, muted purple and red lighting only in the corners and walls draped in black, and his vision was drawn first to the larger central installation that shone from bright yellow and orange spotlights. As was his trademark, the artist used ropes to create a twisting canopy of treelike structures, branches crossing and intertwining like a mid-winter forest bare of leaves. Brent's eyes adjusted to the lighting and the other parts of the exhibit came into view, each corner having a descending trunk of rope, the same as the larger central piece. Suspended at the bottom of each trunk, webbed in intricate ropes like a root ball, was a nude model . The branched canopy of the meshed trees dipped down to the ground and had been arranged to create a natural path. The branches forming walls of rope that guided the viewer in a meandering circuit of the room that ended at the center. It felt like a stroll in the forest, but a dark and, of course, twisted one full of sex and yearning. Brent regretted he hadn't been able to see the master at work earlier, this exhibit had taken the better part of the day to assemble with the models only going up an hour before the showing time. Unfortunately, his day had been busy and tonight he would only get to inspect the finished ropework and admire the knots, not see the process that yielded such stunning visuals. The first installation, in the near corner, was bathed in dim red light from below. The rope was colored, a brownish red on the trunk that turned to fiery orange on the limbs, with strips of yellow accenting veins or knots of wood on the trunk. A single nude woman spun slowly beneath the tree, her pose was like a half-fetal position, with one arm wrapped around an opposing knee and her head curled down. The other leg splayed back, twisting up behind her, and her free arm was curled above and behind her head. Some subtle force moved her outstretched arm and leg, and caused her to spin slowly back and forth. Curious, Brent traced a thin, black rope that ran from her toe and fingers, up to ceiling and from there to the room center, where the artist himself stood. The man was pulling gently on a series of similar ropes in his hand, head swiveling around the room as he watched the models he manipulated. The guests were mostly quiet at first, respectful and studying the art appreciatively. Of course, their eyes lingered on the model with voyeuristic delight. She had a beautiful body, pale flesh almost fully on display as the lattice of ropes that supported her was minimal. Her full breasts were partially obscured by her bent leg and her face was hidden completely, which provided enough anonymity that the crowd could stare unabashedly. This, close, you could see her chest rising with her breathing and notice subtle movements of her body as she adjusted in the ropes that held her. Conversations began slowly and discussions soon blossomed around the pose, the trees, and the range of emotions the stretched figure evoked. Brent listened quietly, studying the technique more than anything else, fascinated at how the artist had created subtle support areas to suspend the model for the multi-hour showing with minimal discomfort. Out of the corner of Brent's eye, a figure appeared and was forced next to him by the milling crowd. Shifting slightly to accommodate the newcomer, he glanced over to give a friendly smile and saw at first only a fiery explosion of red hair, curled and stacked high and glowing in the red light of the exhibit. And below, a woman in an elegant black dress, accented with knots at her shoulders. Gray eyes flashed at him, strangely floating behind the simple, black mask she wore that covered her entire face. That mask glittered slightly, as it turned, the dim lighting catching a swirling pattern subtly worked on the cheeks. She was an interesting mix, understated in dress, but her hair demanded attention. The full mask hid her face completely, making her both emotionless and mysterious, but her eyes were bright and active. Another elegant woman getting a kinky thrill tonight, Brent supposed as he glanced behind her to see who here companion might be. Surprisingly, she appeared to be alone. It wasn't that common for women to come to Rose Thorn Club events without a date, but certainly it did happen. He wasn't sure why he spoke, given that he really wanted to just enjoy the art tonight, but Brent suddenly found his mouth moving. Stunning. Are you a fan of his art as well? God, what a stupid line to open with you idiot.