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Hello. Lydia, right?

Yes. Come on in.

Uh, shoes on or shoes off?

Oh, this is a shoes on or shoes off kind of household.

You can do whatever you like.

Why don't you follow me this way?

You'll have to bear with me. It's the first time I've done an interview in

a while for one of my paintings. I'm a little restful. No worries at all. And

the coffee's lovely, thank you.

I have to say, I'm very grateful that you did take the time to interview with

this afternoon.

Well, of course. I was elated that someone was interested in one of my most

cherished paintings.

Really?

Yeah, you'll find that oftentimes the artist's most favorite creations...

Isn't the public.

That must be very frustrating. Why do you think that is?

Many factors can play into it. But in this case, I believe it's because the

painting is about a tragic love story between two lesbian lovers,

Anastasia and Harlow.

A tragedy of what sort?

A modern story as old as time.

Anastasia gives up love for something less meaningful.

What happened between these two lovers?

Well, Anastasia met this hauntingly

beautiful woman at a bar, and the chemistry between them was so

thick and heavy that it changed the mood of the entire

room.

Wow.

Wow is exactly what Anastasia thought, because in that moment, she

truly felt like she was living.

And all the days before that were just vacant.

That must have been very intense for Anastasia.

And for Harlow as well, I presume.

But what was most intense for Anastasia was realizing that she was different.

That for the very first time, she was fond of a woman.

And she was in denial about it.

But that wasn't the impression she gave.

So Anastasia pretended to be an experienced lesbian, when in reality

she was a clueless...

kid who had recently been kicked out of the house for failing the semester.

She was lost.

And for the night, Harlow made her feel competent,

loved, meaningful, and her skin

was so soft, like touching.

And Anastasia sounds very self -absorbed, does she not?

Prioritizing only the pleasure of it all. Did she even ask for this person's

name? No, she didn't. And that is the greatest downfall of it all.

You think so?

Yes.

Later in that night, a very greedy man came flirting with both of the women.

And though they complained about it privately, they still entertained him

the fun of it.

Or at least that's what Harlow thought.

So Anastasia had genuine feelings for this man?

No.

But he was rich and charming and Anastasia was

reckless and homeless and... Selfish. I don't think that's how I would sum her

up. Was she not? She abandoned the girl that night. Did she not? She offered to

take her home, but she refused. Because you were with a stranger.

A man who she hadn't even met.

Who is to say that he wasn't a murderer?

Yes, she was reckless in doing so.

And she didn't even return her favorite jacket after.

That was not your favorite jacket.

I specifically remember you telling me that your favorite jacket was colored

olive. I shouldn't.

Come here.

Please. Excuse me.

I would have done anything to feel you again.

Lydia, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.

I can't get you out of my head.

I can't get you out of my knee, though.

Enough of this.

Please, just forgive me. I didn't come here for this. I came here for closure.

To accept that you made this entire fantasy up in your head that you never

actually cared.

Oh, please stop this. I feel nothing for you anymore.

Nothing? If you felt nothing for me, then you wouldn't be standing here in my

living room.

What's the use?

Me!

Me!

You... me if that's all you can bear. Fuck me with hate.

I don't care.

And just leave me be.

Maybe that is all I can bear.

I don't care.

I don't care if this is the way you'll have me, then I'll take it.

I'm not gonna touch you until I know that you can accept me.

Accept you?

Lydia, I... You're ashamed of me. Of your love for me and your love for

I am not. You are ashamed and afraid.

No, Lydia.

Watch yourself in this mirror.

What? Watch yourself as I touch you.

Watch.

See?

Fear.

Keep watching.

Breathe into it.

Feel it.

never be ashamed of our love again.

You like that, don't you?

Your chest looks so good down there.

How dare you keep this body away from me? Oh, fuck.

Oh, my God, yes.

I'm not your fucking old bitch.

that I've been missing.

Awesome.

Thank you.

Oh, my God.

Oh, fuck.

Yes.

Holy shit, yes.

Oh, I love the way you're grabbing my tits when you suck on my pussy.

Oh, my God, yes.

Grab me.

Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.

Fuck, yes.

Yes, keep playing with your pussy. I love watching you pleasure yourself.

It's so fucking hot.

Keep playing with your pussy. Keep rubbing yourself.

I love knowing that you're pleasing yourself with everything.

I'm going to be so fucking close to coming on you.

Fuck.

Don't look at me like that.

I like that.

Bye. Bye.

Do you want to go under me?

I like you so fucking much.

with those eyes.

Oh, my God.

Oh, yeah.

Fuck. Oh,

fuck.

Oh,

fuck.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Yes.

I love watching your hips grind while you eat me up. Yeah. Oh, fuck.

oh oh

Never leave me again.