She meets someone, luckily

The naked woman, covered only in the dirt of dried semen on her body, made it clear she'd had a lot of fun the night before. She was very horny being naked, but unfortunately there was no one around to satisfy her basest desires. Right now, she was outside the hotel in the middle of nowhere, with nothing to do.

She saw her truck driver and thought for a few seconds about going beyond this place so more people could see and experience her art. But luckily for her, when she looked to the side, she saw the figure of a person in the distance. A slight smile formed on her lips, finally seeing a living male being, she didn't hesitate to walk toward the man standing in the distance.

When she was at a sufficient distance she could better appreciate the man's appearance. He was 1.95 cm tall, his body similar to a bodybuilder, his skin white although somewhat tanned, his clothes were simple, a black short-sleeved shirt, long black pants and black sneakers, his hair is spiky and messy. She could observe his face, which showed annoyance

"What the hell is going on?" The man spoke with disgust at seeing the woman's state, not so much her nakedness but her physical state.

"Oh, this?" She said, looking at her body covered in dirt. "I only retain the state of my body." She spoke calmly.

"But you want to have sex, I'm horny." She spoke without any shame, the man simply narrowed his eyes in annoyance.

"What kind of bitch are you?" the man asked, not understanding what the girl was looking for, well, besides sex.

"I'm sorry. I'm Maria." She introduced herself politely, extending her hand to the man, who, a little confused, simply returned the gesture.

"I just want to share my art with people," she said with a slight smile as she pointed at her naked body. The man smiled and laughed out loud.

She didn't understand the reason why the man was laughing, the guy continued laughing as if he had heard a very funny joke.

"Fucking bitch," he said before finishing laughing. "Share your art?" he said before laughing again.

Maria frowned at the teasing; she wasn't going to be intimidated by that man, although she was still aroused just imagining herself in bed being subdued by the man. She was about to speak but was interrupted.

"According to me, art should only be seen, not used as a toy. You've already desecrated your art. You don't even want to clean your body. It's the equivalent of me cumming on the Mona Lisa and not even wiping it off." He spoke playfully, a slight smile on his face.

"That kind of art never lasts." He finished speaking seriously, then continued his walk in the middle of nowhere.

Maria's eyes wide open, she hadn't expected to hear that about her art, it was an idea she hadn't thought of before.

"Of course, that's up to you, bitch. So think carefully about how you're going to show your art, because if you do something wrong, you'll end up forgotten." The man said grimly as he continued walking in a straight line.

Maria watched as the man slowly disappeared into the distance. She thought about those words about art, which left her somewhat reflective, and she looked at her body with a tinge of doubt, evaluating whether what she was doing was appropriate for her art.