What passed for Art these days never ceased to amaze Erika. In this room of the gallery two figures were arranged in a—she wasn’t quite sure what pose they were supposed to be in—really.
If that was erotic, Erika would eat her mop. Looked more like a torture chamber to her, and not of the fun kind. With a shrug and grin at her errant thoughts, Erika set to work cleaning the large glass that made up the viewing area.
Her scream died in her throat, when both figures stood right on the other side, beckoning her.
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