🎨Color Me Yours 🏀 RiRen Erotica by ♡DiLo

Introduction

Pamela Foote swished her bright yellow scarf with crimson tassels around her neck as she walked into Gallery 104. Her student contributors were of an entirely different caliber than in years past and she could feel in her bones that tonight was going to be a showstopper.

She never really had trouble raising money for her program, her connections in the art world ran deep, but showing her students that they could actually make a career, build a life, around their art, was priceless. Seeing themselves in the newspaper and experiencing having someone bid on their labor of love would excite and inspire them.

Too many creative people chose more 'steady' paths in life because they listened to competing influences that talked them out of their passion. She planned on being a voice of dissent in their lives. A seductive whisper of inspiration, that could give them the tools to succeed in the art world. It was what she had dedicated her career to.

One student of hers excited her more than all the others combined. It wasn't common to encounter genuine genius in a high school classroom, but it had walked in Freshman year, covered in piercings and cloaked in a rebellious attitude. Levi was special. He was a born natural talent and soaked up every skill he had ever been exposed to. She had never been able to confirm that he had a photographic memory, but his likenesses were so realistic she had doubted him at first, convinced he was somehow just filtering actual photographs. It took her an embarrassingly long time to realize what she had stumbled upon.

Aside from his groundbreaking paintings, his whole attitude and image were absolutely unique. He was unapologetically himself in a way it had taken her twenty years and a summer at a Buddhist Ashram to develop. Even tonight, showcasing his artwork and hobnobbing with donors and influential people in their fickle world, he didn't hold back a damn thing. 

Levi wore a suit...if you could call it that, in a mixture of leather and black and silver brocade. The jacket was cut high in the front and swept the floor in the back showcasing the fact that his pants were just a series of leather straps with silver buckles from his thighs to the tops of his patent leather army boots. The shirt under the jacket had a mandarin collar and he wore a snowy white cravat, complete with a gothic cross pendant. 

His raven black hair was swept to the side to showcase the piercings on one side of his face, which were adorned with dangling crosses and jewels that flashed in the gallery lighting. The friends who clustered around him, her other honors art students (all dressed in neat, mundane clothing themselves,) interacted with him seemingly completely oblivious to his appearance. The occasionally disdainful looks he garnered from some of the art critics and stuffed shirts in the room evaporated when they found out who he was and which paintings he was responsible for. 

A whole lot could be forgiven for his level of genius.

Pamela sighed as she nipped a glass of hard cider from a passing white gloved server. Levi Ackerman would break down barriers wherever he went in life. At sixteen he was already rocking the art world...and she had a suspicion, though she kept it to herself...that he was quite determined to use his art for a higher purpose as well. Artists have always been the purveyors of political and social commentary and she knew Levi took this responsibility seriously...it would be out of character if he didn't.

She strolled through the gallery and nodded to acquaintances, questing for the other reason she enjoyed such a good relationship with Gallery 104. She spied her in the main room, off to the side speaking with a client, her long auburn hair tied up in a smart knot at the nape of her neck. Paola Alves had been the curator and art director of the gallery for the last fifteen years...but before that she had been a young, floundering Brazilian painter, backpacking through Europe to find the meaning of life.