Yes and Yes.

As the door swung open a musky smell filled Olivia and Mia's nostrils. Taking steps inside Mia took some deep breaths, recognizing the smell easily thanks to her own uninterrupted goon sessions. The smell of sex was unmistakable and made Olivia give some really weird looks at Mia. Right as she was about to open her mouth, loud moans could be heard from what was presumably Fyre's bedroom. Unable to keep herself from finding out exactly how deep into jilling out to the paintings Fyre was, Mia head straight for the door where the noises were coming from when Olivia grabs her by the shoulder to whisper;

- She's clearly having sex or something...we should leave. Do you have any idea how angry she would be if we interrupted her?
- I have to find out if she's okay. What if she's been doing this all night? That can't be healthy.

Nothing would stop Mia from opening this door now. She'd fight Olivia to do so if necessary. The asian shrugged off the hand on her shoulder and turned the handle to Fyre's bedroom.
- Alright. Its your funeral...
With a sudden swing she opened the door, revealing a peculiar sight.

Fyre's bedroom is unmistakenly one of a hippie chick with an obsession in new age stuff. Crystals on shelves. Dreamcatchers hung on the walls. Knitted indian fabrics lined the floor. It was also very clear that Fyre loved sex as there was several sex toys scattered around. A sex swing was bolted into the ceiling, hanging in the corner. A bookshelf held the kama sutra and other similar lexicons. This girl was truly free spirited. But despite it all the sight that truly shocked Olivia, (but not as much Mia) was the hippie riding a dildo on the middle of her bed. Around her was six paintings of some unknown nude model, taped onto some makeshift stands to form a circle. Clearly the paintings seemed to depict the same woman. Something that was bizarre to Olivia. It looked obscene, like some sort of occult shrine to some pagan god, except the god was what looked like some regular human girl. That being said Olivia couldn't deny that the woman on the paintings was hot. She understood that someone could get off to this. Especially those breasts. There was something about them she simply couldn't place. They were beautifully captured, in each of the six renditions.

- I fucking knew it! You stole the paintings!

In her stupor, Fyre had not even noticed the door opening, she was simply too busy worshipping the breasts all around her, letting herself cum over and over again. The entrance of two people in her house did slightly bring her back to reality however as her gaze locked onto Mia's, pulled away from the paintings.

- They're my paintings. I took them fair and square.

- No they aren't! Natalie wanted them destroyed!

- How could you destroy such perfection? It would be criminal!

Mia couldn't argue with that, but she was still furious. Fyre was the one that had kept her from achieving true ecstacy. The two went back and forth, raising their voice as Olivia looked on, her gaze confused as it bounced between the paintings. Her first dose of Natalies memetic tits already working their magic. The olive skinned woman shakes her head to clear it, trying to get a hold of how absurd this entire situation was.

- Can you both please shut the fuck up. I have absolutely no idea what is going on here. Who is Natalie? What are these paintings? What is going on?!

Mia and Fyre shut up, the naked hippie still firmly mounted onto a dildo with her own tits hanging freely. Mia is the first to open her mouth but is abruptly cut off by Fyre.

- Natalie is Mia's friend. I convinced her to come to the nude modeling yesterday for the first time and she's the hottest woman i've ever seen.

Mia who had experienced a full day of pent up frustration by now slowly inched herself towards the bed as Fyre spoke, eventually taking a seat at it as she looked around at the paintings, gesturing towards them.

- But I was the first to paint Natalie. We had a practice session at home. I told her she didn't need to do it but tried to motivate her to go outside of her comfort zone...
Mia's eyes lock onto the different paintings. Fuck they're so goddamn hot. The way Nat's breasts are drawn in different styles and colours. Each one deserved its own devotion. She wanted to cum to each one. Over and over.

-...And look what that got us. The hottest fucking paintings ever made. Of a perfect set of breasts. And Now Fyre is trying to hoard it to herself.

The hippie defended herself instinctively, not wanting to seem greedy since she did after all consider this to be the greatest sin as the anti capitalist she was.

- No! I just wanted to...needed to have them for a while. I can share. Promise.

Sharing. That word seemed to resonate in Mia's mind as Olivia stood there, still stunned from the entire ordeal. Before she knew it Mia was instinctively starting to shift where she sat on the bed, feeling her pussy grow damp as her cheeks flushed.

- Thats it. We need to share. Like civilized people we should share Natalies breasts.

A flash of recognition lit up like a christmas light in Fyres mind too. Sharing. They needed to share. And why shouldn't they? To not share their devotion to the most perfect breasts ever created would be criminal.

- Alright. Fine. We can share. But I won't let you use any of my toys. You're masturbating freebase.

Mia shrugged as she started undressing without a care in the world.

- Works for me.

It didn't take long before Mia was naked right beside the hippie, starting to rub her clit, playing with her breasts, doing all the usual things to get herself nice and worked up for a nice long goon session. That is when the absurdity of it all seemed to finally hit Olivia, only having seen the paintings she was not quite as deep down the memetic rabbit hole as the two gooners.

- Hold the fuck up...what are you guys doing right now? This is...I can't believe you right now. I'm leaving. Keep you and your weird freaky ass lesbian dates and art stuff away from me Lina. I get why you tell me to not come up here now.

Olivia turned on her heels and walked away. She felt a strange warmth rising inside her that she did not want to explore. Her entire life she had been straight, but she could not deny that watching those perfect breasts picture on the paintings was doing something weird with her. It was hot. There was no denying it, especially watching the others mindlessly rub themselves stupid to it. But she still had some sense of normalcy to subscribe to. Just because something is hot doesn't mean one should give in to base impulses. She was human, not some freaky horny animal unable to resist indulging in the first opportunity for sexual gratification it sees.

She walked out the front door and down to her car. Unable to shake a slight feeling of regret as she rode home.