What the mask hides.

7

- Why Salvador Dali?

Clarke asked as they parked and walked to the Columbia Museum of Art. Lexa shrugged and offered her arm for Clarke to grab onto and walk together:

- I don't even know who he is, I just searched for an art exhibition on the internet and this one seemed more attractive to me. Don't you like Dalí?

The blonde gave a little laugh:

- Salvador Dalí, Spanish painter, sculptor and writer of the 20th century, one of the representatives of surrealism, I hope to find the Galatea of the spheres - he looked at the green-eyed girl - I'm sure that with how perverted you are, you like Galarina

Lexa chuckled as they walked through the doors of the huge place and rebutted Clarke's accusatory comment:

- I'm not perverted

- No? Allow me to doubt it, you spend most of your time screwing your employees.

- I like sex, you'll tell me you don't- Clarke's lip trembled and she quickly changed the subject- look, let's go see that painting, I know it

The brunette frowned, she had answered evasively. Men or women, whether they call it making love or fucking, it's sex and it was something that most of them usually liked. Every time Lexa felt intrigued by that woman and a feeling was born, the protective feeling, Clarke was the first woman she hadn't slept with at the first opportunity and taking into account that she had never had a friend, she should be that, a friend wanting to protect another:

- It's called Girl in the Window, it's done in the oil on cardboard technique and if it's the real one, it was painted in 1925, look at that one- he grabbed her hand and pulled Lexa- The Young Virgin Self-Sodomized by the Horns of Her Own Chastity

Lexa started laughing, Clarke would complain, it was art, but you could say that it was the first time she heard her laugh like that:

- What a slutty chastity- He tilted his head- did the horn have to be phallic-shaped?

- Where do you see the phallic shape there?

The green-eyed girl looked at the blonde as if to say "please":

- Just look at it, the one pointing at her ass, chastity horn? That's a sex toy, slut.

- You have a very green mind

Clarke finished, laughing, neither of them had let go of her hand. Clarke surprised everyone by looking like a guide to the exhibition, there were even people who stopped to listen to the story of the painting. The green-eyed girl was fascinated, it was like listening to a siren:

- You just shattered my belief that blondes are dumb.

Clarke opened her mouth slightly:

- Please tell me you didn't believe that.

Lexa shrugged:

- There's a reason I mostly hire brunettes- he curled the corner of his lips- Are we going to dinner?

- Really Lexa? - She sounded a little angry- According to you, hair color influences intelligence. Do you also think height influences it? Or if she is pretty or ugly? You are a shallow piece of shit.

- Now what have I done?

She asked plaintively when Clarke let go of her to cross her arms:

- Judge me, insult me for the color of my hair. Do you think you're smarter because I'm brunette?

- No, on the contrary, I'm very stupid- the green-eyed girl's smile disappeared- I was just joking Clarke, do you want to go home? Come on, we're going home