The night’s not over – not yet.
You look at the open door of the elevator one last time and then turn your back on it – and a girl catches your eye with a smile. A minute ago she was probably holding a Greek amphora, but now she’s n***d except for bracelets at her ankles and wrists and a matching collar around her neck.
You smile back, and start to walk over to her – as satyr-man swoops in and picks her up. She laughs and he laughs and then you feel dismayed until she reaches out for you, one of her bracelets spinning on her wrist. You run to catch up with her, with both of them, stepping up into the painting, feeling the material of its construction give a little underneath your feet, like painted rubber. She leans down from his arms to kiss you, and you kiss her back hard, making both
