Sersi takes Sam naked to Art Gallery Show

The flash dissipated and they were in another room. It was a tight room with a control panel with buttons and a hand railing. Sam recognized it as an elevator and also that it's going down.

After regrouping, Sam asked Sersi,"Ummm I believe you forgot something with your little.."

He waved his hands up, imitating Sersi's magical gestures. He looked down at himself to give her the hint.

He was still 100% naked.

"Oops.. well let’s just..,” Sersi was interrupted as the elevator came to a sudden halt.

The doors slid immediately open to reveal a large room full of people and a bleacher’s worth of camera flashing from all directions.

Sam covered his cock with his hands and every other inch he could. In embarrassment, he knelt down to the floor to try and hide.

With a subtle lift of her finger, Sersi telekinetically shut the doors and activated the 20th-floor button.

They went up again. Sam looked up from the floor at Sersi.

"Sorry about that. I'm going to take care of you, because that's what a Goddess does for an obedient ****," Sersi said to Sam.

“First however, let’s get a few things straight,” she declared.

"Now you're going to be a good boy for me at this show right?" Sersi asked.

"Yes, Goddess. " Sam replied.

"Good. Now here's the plan. I'm going to make my way around the room socializing," Sersi said. "With or without you."

"If it’s too boring or uncomfortable for you, I don't blame you for venturing off on your own," she continued.

"Yes, Goddess. " Sam said.

"But if you do, just remember one thing. You're my property and mine alone." Sersi asserted. "I better not find any other woman laying claim to you unless I allow it. Are we clear?"

"Yes, Goddess. " Sam affirmed.

The elevator paused as it reached the 20th floor. Before the doors opened, Sersi waved her hand towards the control panel and activated the 1st-floor button.

Sam stood up from the floor of the elevator.

"Now let's get you cleaned up for the show," Sersi said as she pointed towards Sam.

Using more of her transmutation magic, Sersi transformed Sam's outfit in seconds.

A well-tailored black leather jacket appeared on him, over a white T-shirt. Dark well made looking denim jeans appeared on his legs. Black leather sneaker shoes rounded out the outfit as they appeared on both feet.

Sam looked at himself in his reflection on the elevator glass. He couldn’t believe how sharp and well put together he looked.

Sersi looked pleased but wanted something more.

"How about some dark sunglasses that aren't dark?" Sersi asked Sam.

With a point towards Sam's head, Sersi conjured a pair of dark Ray-Ban's.

Sam lifted the sunglasses up and then down. They looked dark from the outside, but on the inside, he could see as light as clear glasses. He wasn’t sure if this was another one of Sersi’s tricks.

"How in the hell did you..." Sam asked puzzled.

"That material is something I learned about in the Xiordion galaxy," Sersi explained. "It's very popular there."

Just then the elevator landed for the second time on the first floor.

Sersi comforted Sam, "Don't worry I erased as many of their memories of seeing you naked as I could."

"In fact, they should all thank me for that,” she joked as the elevator doors slid open.

They both exited.

Thousands of flashes filled the room immediately. Seri walked out to the paparazzi and crowd with an heir like she owned the place.

Sam followed shortly behind, hiding behind Sersi's path.

Sersi paused. She looked back at Sam waiting for him to catch up.

As he did, she tucked her arm under his as if wanting to iterate to the magazines that they were a couple. Sersi loved the attention and couldn't stop waving and posing.

They kept slowly walking towards an opening in the crowd to the art gallery.

Sam felt extremely uncomfortable. If there was ever limelight, Sam prided himself on wanting to stay as far away from it as humanly possible.

Now he was smack dab the center of attention, with his arm being clutched by one of the most beautiful and sought after artists in the world.

They shuffled across the room to one of Sersi's signature pieces of the showing. Sam looked up at the painting.

He was astonished and quickly saw why Sersi's art fame was well-founded. The entire painting was moving in odd ways. Fluids shifted into particles and shifted again swirling around in organic shapes. It was a never-ending animation of undulation.

"I told them it's AI-powered art," Sersi laughed under her breath to Sam.

"Like artificial intelligence?.. like powered by computers?" Sam asked.

"Yes exactly. And they bought it... big time,” Sersi told him.

"Wait Sersi is this also.. is this also your... your magic doing this art?" Sam stuttered.

Sersi replied, "Look none of them would believe any of this. I've tried that before. None of them have even a clue about the type of energy or matter involved in something like this, so no, this isn’t magic... this is AI."

She winked at Sam. Just then a waiter walked up to them with a tray full of wine glasses. Sam and Sersi each grabbed a glass.

Sersi continued her story, "We'll not like that exactly.. it was more like la beauté de l'art est son intelligence artificielle."

Sam could see a window poster by the door with Sersi's name and big 6 foot tall letters inscribed "La beauté de l'art est son intelligence artificielle."

A lanky tall man in a grey suit and turtleneck approached beside them.

"Could it be, the great Sersi? The one and only?" the man exclaimed.

Sersi looked at him and immediately recognized him. "Charles? Charles DuFrompt is that you?" Sersi asked.

"Why I didn't recognize you with those marvelous glasses on?" she added.

"It's been way too long. I think that show in New York was the last place I saw of you and that was not nearly enough," Charles responded.

"I was so happy to see this show and am loving the new work darling," he continued.

Charles DuFrompt was one of the art worlds foremost collectors. He was an outlandish philanthropist who made it a point to frequent every big art show he could.

Sersi interjected, "Charles I must introduce you to my partner Samuel Holden. He's new to the art world darling, so take it easy on him."

"Delighted," Charles said shaking Sam's hand.

Just then two more people walked up beside both sides of Sersi and Sam.

"Sersi you've got to save a few of these for my new place," a woman declared.

"What's your inspiration for the hexagonal pieces over there?" another woman with a notepad asked Sersi.

Sam saw what was happening. He pulled back from Sersi and the invading mass of fans and critics. He interrupted her conversation.

"I'm going to check out some of your pieces over there," Sam said pointing across the room.

Sersi was amidst 4 conversations at once and looked over at Sam but didn't acknowledge him.

Sam took the hint and began making his way across the room. He weaved through countless wine enthused conversations and overtly artsy looking folk until he finally found a corner all by himself.

Before him on the wall stood one of Sersi's smaller but more intimate pieces.

It was a small circular union of undulating patterns and textures. The colors were muted but the textures were lively. It had swirl upon swirl of endless dimensions to it.

Sam was mesmerized staring at it. There was something romantic about the piece.

"It reminds me of the feeling of euphoria you know?" an accented voice stated. "I mean if you could visualize euphoria that is?"

Sam looked next to him and was taken aback.

A beautiful tall and slender blond girl had snuck up next to him.

"What does it remind you of?" she asked Sam.

Unable to respond at first, Sam was still full-on hypnotized by this woman.

Her long blond hair draped over the top of her tight-fitting yellow dress. Small but perky breasts were slightly visible from each edge of the shoulder strap. She wore stylish green high heels that complimented her outfit.

To Sam, she was what he had imagined when he thought of sexy French sophisticated women. She looked as though she had just stepped off the beaches of the French Riveria, or like she belonged on a yacht as a swimsuit model.

"Hi, my name is Sam," Sam introduced himself.

"Chantal," she responded as she reached out her hand.