He's on a roll. Why not?

The artist's name turned out to be Rollo and he and Matt struck up a quick friendship. Rollo tried to persuade Matt to get drunk with him which, according to Rollo, was the only reason to attend these events.

"Uh, hello," Matt said. "Look around. Do you see a couple of hundred women wearing sexy clothes? To me, that's more motivating than a few glasses of cheap wine."

"Oh." Rollo looked around as if seeing the women for the first time. "I'm not much interested in women."

"Cool," Matt said. "More for me."

"You're welcome to them. Now tell me about your videography."

"Sure. But do you see that woman over there?"

"The one with the big fake tits."

"Exactly. She's my target. I've got to persuade her that what I'm doing is art rather than just porn."

"Ohmigod, you're High School Hotties, aren't you? I mean, I've probably watched that stream you did of the football team jerking off a hundred times. You've got to do more of those."

"We're not going to do more of anything if we can't get that woman off our case. She sicced the FBI on us and donates enough to the rich people party to have a lot of sway."

"So what? You decided to corner her at a museum fund-raising party and take her out? Want me to drive the get-away car?"

Matt laughed. "Nothing like that. I figure, if she's into museums and art, maybe I can persuade her that our show is art... and she'll back off."

Rollo shrugged. "I guess it's a better plan than committing **** in front of half the rich wives of Beverly Hills. Still, there's something to be said for direct action. Still, I don't know why but I'm going to help you. Follow me and follow my lead."

"Are you sure..." He trailed off because Rollo was already on the move, heading like a smart-bomb, straight toward Mrs. Fellers.