As the outrage and condemnation from the traditional art world elite intensifies, Charles and I double down on our mission to build a transgressive, underground counterculture celebrating primal passion over stuffy propriety. First order of business - finding the perfect clandestine venue to launch our sensual artistic revolution.
"We need a space dripping with deliciously illicit potential," Charles muses one evening over glasses of deep, full-bodied red wine. "A sort of imperial den of iniquity where our unrepentant expressions can unfurl unrestrained."
I grin mischievously. "You're speaking my love language. Any ideas on where to establish our licentious headquarters?"
Charles strokes his chin thoughtfully for a moment before his eyes light up. "What about the DeLacio estate?"
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