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It's, well, it's meant to depict the city of Venice, the lady there getting the ring is Ariadne who is getting a marriage offer by Bacchus. The painter is trying to compare Ariadne to Venice, blessed by the God of the wine and harvest.

Oh. I suppose that Venice is not truly a god-blessed city? I have never been there.

Well in the 16th Century it was certainly blessed, I suppose it's still blessed.

Is that where the Vatican is? I know it is in Italy. The Pope lives there, neh?

The Pope lives in Rome in the Vatican which is kinda south from Venice. Venice has all those guys in hats and gondolas.

Oh! They say it is very pretty there, but that the canals are very dirty.

Ain't that always the way? Pretty on the outside, ugly on the inside. *Taking off her glasses she pushes them up on her head and leans back.*

*He gently massages her shoulders.* You look exhausted.

*Leaning forward she groans at his touch.* That feels really good.

Good! *He continues to massage.* You have a lot of knots here.

*Leaning her head forward she mutters something that might have been words in her head but doesn't come out that way.*

*He smiles, knowing that her brain has most likely short-circuited. He kisses her neck softly.*

*When he kisses her she twitches slightly before reaching back to run her paint stained fingers through his hair. Taking in a slow breath she gets her brain back online before turning her head slightly to brush her lips over his.*

*His hands smooth down her shoulders, caress her breasts before he comes around to in front of her, trying to avoid the canvas as he tries to get her to her feet so he can give her a proper kiss.*

*Not to complain but she would be more then happy kneeling like this with his hands moving over the front of her shirt, however standing and doing it properly really doesn't have any set backs. Her arms wrap around his neck and she presses against him in order to to give him a proper kiss.*

*His arms go around her, holding her close as his hands manage to slide under her smock.*

*Pulling back from the kiss she smiles, freeing one hand to tug at the tie of the smock at the small of her back.* Certainly don't want you to get messy, Hiro.

That is ok. I can live with being messy. *Of course, "messy" doesn't necessarily mean paint, but he doesn't really care.*

You're such a trooper putting up with my messiness. *Pulling away she takes off the smock and drops it to the floor before pressing back up against him and into a kiss.*

*Just before she gets back to him, he manages to unbutton his shirt and let it drop to his elbows. When she comes back to him, he drops his arms enough to let the shirt fall off just before his arms go around her.*

*She breathes him in as they kiss, her hands moving down his shoulders and then back up again only to smooth down over his chest. It's nice to feel something under her fingers besides brush and paint. Fingers flex before her nails press into the smooth of his back.*

*Her nails feel so good, making him moan into her mouth. One of his hands slides from her back, around to her breast, scratching the underside gently before his fingers caress and pinch her nipple.*

*Inhaling sharply she curves her back and then arches it forward, pressing her breast into his hand while her nipple hardens under his fingers poking through the thin fabric of her tank top. At his pinch her nails dig deeper into his back and she arches her hips up against his.*

*As his one hand continues to work her breast as the other smooths down her back to pinch her cheek.*

*The pinch makes her jump and she gives a little squeak.* Naughty! Hiro! *Grinning she lets her hands do a little roaming and exploring down the front of him.*

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