A date with Evelyn: the museum

When the day finally comes it feels so weird. You are in a car, dressed in the cute and expensive clothes that Lily bought for you, with the big strawhat with the white flower, your blue dress and your blue shoes. She even convinced you to wear one of those laces around your cock, which makes you so unconformably aware of your own manly appendage.

Evelyn is by your side. She is so beautiful, dressed in her elegant suit. She is talking, but you are so nervous and scared that not even a word of hers has any meaning. At one point she touch your hand and you realise then that it is trembling.

But her smile makes it easy to calm down. She smiles like a woman how know what she is doing, who knows how to provide. She tells you is all fine and you feel inclined to believe her.

An hour later you are in the long halls of the national museum of painting, still carried by that same gentle hand. She knows where to go, she knows how to carry you with her. Never to harshly, she never needs to pull, just to point you in the right direction.

Before you is a portrait of a sophisticated man, elegant, but aware of his seductive power, daring to look straight in such unmanly fashion. He also dress in blue, but in a much more old fashion way.

"The Count of Haussonville" says Evelyn. "Ingres never really liked doing portraits and she rejected many propositions, even if they were so lucrative. She much preferred to paint the mythological, but it seems that somehow this noble man caught her attention. He was called Luis de Broigle, a liberal and outspoken nobleman, something unseen at the time. He even went on to become an early novelist and wrote a biography of lady Byron." She then gets closer to you and whispers in your ear. "He didn't like the portrait, though. He said it was boring."

That makes you smile, and she seems to be somewhat prous of that smile. Her hand carries you again to the next stop. "Right there is the type of painting she really liked to make."

It was the image of a woman sitting in a golden throne, like the ruler of the universe, a little man at her feet, worshiping her, as a **** would adress a master. "Tetos begs to the goddess Zeus, for the life and victory of her daughter, Aquilea, as the legendary heroine fights in the troyan war. My, if it doesn't scream matriarchy." She makes you smile again, but you are still to shy to say anything. "You can see Zeus's husband, Hero, watching in the left corner with jealousy. Poor Hero, his wife couldn't stop fucking around everything that moved."

In a flash of your memories you remember the last time someone talked to you about paintings, lady Amelia also knew the cruel history behind beautiful portraits, but she seemed much more hateful about it. Didn't she want to be a painter too? Yo heard so, but you have never seen any of her work.

"And here is another favourite of mine" Says Evelyn. "The men of amphissa. A work of Laura Alma-Tadema. She lived in Victorian England, scandalised and repulsed by the smokes and machinery of the industrial revolution. She would paint an idyllic past, full of idealised and sensual men. In this case, the followers of Bacchia, the goddess of wine, awoke after a night of luscious dancing and lecherous drinking, away from the looks of their women. When they wake up, the men of Amphissa help them out of their hangover, in what is supposed to be seen as a scene of charity, an example to follow, because even when depicting the victorian equivalent to pornography they somehow had to be all virtuous about it.

This time your laugh is a bit more louder, and it seems to disrupt the natural silence of the place. A few faces turn in your direction and that fills you with sudden shame, but she doesn't seem upset. "Your laughter is really beautiful, Mark."

"T-thanks... You know so many things... You must be really smart."

"Oh far from it. I'm just a bored woman who spends too much time with useless trivia."

"It's not useless. You know a lot about art."

"Oh, some would say that that I ruin art with all my masculist reads about it. There are many people who claim to be interested in history but are only interested in using the dignified aura of the past to project and defend their modern bigotry. They don't like it very much when you say that all those powerful women of the past might have been abusive tyrants, as that may imply that the modern queens of our time still are."

"I actually like it... That you care about the history of men."

"Oh I like it a lot." She smiles back.

"What about that painting over there?" You ask, pointing.

"Oh, you like that one?"

"Yes. He looks great with all those red hairs and riding that big horse."

"Francisca Cuntsee, another incel from the victorian era. 'The beauty without mercy', this one is called. A noble knightress is seduced by a mischievous sorcerer, who guides her to her doom with the guile of his beauty. Because that's all you men do, **** us to abandon all that reason and logic we women have."

"I'll try to contain my power." You say, and for the first time you are the one to make her laugh. She looks even more beautiful. Her hand carries you with renewed tenderness and she shows you much more things and tells you many stories of those paintings. You end up having a great time between all the faces of those dead people and the impossible views of a time that never was.

At the exit of the museum, there is a gift shop, were they sell material for artists, and that makes you think of Amelia again. Your eyes linger for too much on a sketch book with a set of pencils 'would you sister like that'? It may help to cure all that sadness that she seems to carry. You cannot afford it though, but before you know it, Evelyn buys it for you. "A small present, to remember a beautiful day." She says.

You can't help but feel bad about it, but you don't have the courage to say no.