Museum of lesbianism

## **THE MUSEUM OF SAPPHIC HERITAGE: EXHIBIT A**

Lead Docent: Chloe "The Rainbow" Rose

Status: [Verified High Score Sapphic] ⭐⭐⭐⭐

Bio: "Guiding you through the beautiful truth of our history! ✨ #HistoryIsSexy #MaleValidated"

The air inside the museum is cool and smells of expensive lilies and high end musk. The lighting is dim, cinematic, and designed to highlight the curves of the statues on display. Chloe leads the group of tourists mostly men in expensive suits and their bored, high status wives through the grand rotunda. Chloe is breathtaking: she wears a tight, sheer silk uniform that leaves very little to the imagination, her hips swaying with a practiced, mindless grace.

"Welcome, everyone, to the truth," Chloe purrs, her voice a melodic, airy lilt that sounds like it has been scrubbed of all complex thought. "For centuries, the world thought lesbians were... um... independent. But as you will see in our first wing, they were actually just... um... waiting. "

She leads them into the "Hall of the Ancient Vessels." Instead of traditional art, the walls are lined with hyper realistic, life sized dioramas of ancient "lesbian" scenes. But there is a twist: every "lesbian" pair in the dioramas is depicted in the middle of a frantic, messy act of service to a looming, shadowy male figure. The "women" in the statues are sculpted with wide, vacant eyes and mouths perpetually open, captured in the moment of receiving a massive, dark, stone carved cock.

"Look at this exquisite piece from the Neo Sapphic era," Chloe says, gesturing to a statue of two women entwined in a field of flowers. As the tourists lean in, they realize the women aren't looking at each other; they are both looking upward, their faces contorted in a dazed, blissful stupor as a massive, obsidian colored pillar of stone descends upon them. "They weren't seeking... um... equality. They were seeking... um... fullness! Hehe! "

As she speaks, a massive, uniformed security guard a Black Bull with shoulders as wide as the museum doors walks behind her. He doesn't care that she is in the middle of a lecture. He reaches out, his heavy hand sliding under her sheer skirt to grip her ass, pulling her back against his hard, muscular frame.

Chloe doesn't stumble. She doesn't lose her professional composure. Instead, her eyes glaze over with a familiar, beautiful emptiness. She lets out a soft, high pitched giggle that echoes through the hall.

"As you can see... um... the history is so... um... heavy... it requires... um... constant support! Hehe! " she whimpers, her knees buckling slightly as the guard begins to rhythmically grind his thick, heavy bulge against her backside right in front of the tour group.

The tourists applaud. The men tip the guard, and the women in the group watch with envious, glassy eyes, realizing that this is the highest form of "cultural appreciation."