Mia and her Chancellor 2 - Another Romantic Short

Art is Art is Art

"Do you think shooting the Russian ambassador will cause a war?" Isabel Seitz was chewing on her pen, fighting the urge to shred it to pieces.

"What did they do this time?" Jennifer didn't waste time giving a serious answer. She had the distinct feeling that if Isabel ever found a way of shooting people without repercussions, humanity's overpopulation problem would be permanently solved, and quickly.

"Oh, nothing. Just the usual thing. Being evil, imperialistic, oppressive oligarchs—and smugly unreasonable about it. Can't they at least stay inside their borders?" Isabel Seitz bashed a fist into her open palm. "Why don't we have nukes anyway? If the Crimean peninsula were a nuclear hellhole, there wouldn't be anything to quarrel about."

"You could expand that sort of logic to the entire globe."

"Good point. Where did I put my big red 'kill all humans' button again?" Isabel shuffled through her papers. Who knew? Maybe there was a big red button somewhere.

"Stop being a drama queen," Jennifer chuckled, kissing Isabel's cheek. "Mia send a new vid. Must be the second challenge."

"Excellent!" Isabel jumped up. "Gather the girls, and fuck those Russians."

Jennifer laughed. "Now that sounded all wrong."

"Only because you haven't met Yana and her friends." Isabel grinned. "Maybe one day."

"Danger, danger," Sandra snickered.

"What in the name of everything holy was this supposed to be?" At least Isabel could not complain that Mia never surprised her in their relationship.

"A lapdance—I think?" Jennifer laughed.

"On a giant plush bear she's somehow dressed up in lingerie? How did she even get that lace on that thing?"

But Jennifer just kept laughing. "Mia's gone insane. You broke your girlfriend."

"I did not," Isabel was indignant. "This is just—art. You know those creative types and their foibles."

Jennifer looked unconvinced. "She's dancing to a song about—gay bars and nuclear war? In the lap of a dressed up teddy bear—did you notice that it's gagged? While she painted herself all gold. Well, all gold except for whatever this is she's wearing." It looked some cowgirl costume specifically meant to be as unrealistic as possible, with a useless, short vest and tiny shorts that for unknown reasons were liberally decorated with cheap rhinestones. Where had she even gotten that thing?

"Probably just a critique of modern capitalist culture and how it's perpetrated through the act of dancing—also lapdancing, I suppose."

"And teddy bears?" Sandra was playing the clip again, evidently not quite having gotten enough of it yet.

"And those, too, yes."

"Are you sure you aren't just talking shit now?" Jennifer eyed the Chancellor carefully. You never quite knew with her.

"Who knows?" Isabel grinned. "But then are you absolutely sure it's not?"

Jennifer hesitated. She distinctly remembered a certain Dutch 'artist' building a flying model helicopter out of a stuffed pet cat. Or that guy who made 'art' using dead flies. Or the one who—"I suppose it's—possible?"

Now Isabel laughed. "Oh, come on. Clearly Mia's just messing with us!"

"Goddamnit, woman!" Jennifer poked at Isabel.

"Does it still count as a completed challenge?"

Isabel watched the screen. Mia was just swinging a leg over the bears shoulder, flexing her entire body with cat-like poise into the immobile plushy, her hips gyrating sensually in its lap. "I've never wanted to be a bear this much in my life, and I don't even care what sort of music is playing. Hell yes, this is a pass."

Challenge Two, record a sexy dance clip—passed.

Bonus points for creativity, too.