Body Arts

What first hits you as you walk into the very sparse front room of the well-lit Shop of the Bodily Arts is the pungent smell of unguents and inks. Your nose curls as you look around, your eyes widening as you search for the source.

A curtain is pulled to one side, and all is revealed to you.

For here is a tapestry in motion, a tender young slave transformed from blushing nymph into ferocious sex kitten. Her tiger stripes are all she wears as she struts proudly before her softly applauding master. And as she bends forward to lap at the tip of his nose playfully, her true treasures are displayed and your loins lurch at the sight of her.

She has been painted for pleasure. What wonders can an artist create when their canvas lives and breathes passion such as this?