Ariadne made an appreciative little hum at his hand on her waist (and his mention of fucking,) thinking that yes, tonight was going to be a lot of fun. "I'd like to paint you again," she said, looping her arm around his waist in return as they paused in front of a sculpture of a blue haired woman, crouched like a sphinx, or a house, with multicoloured floral breasts and a little golden crown. "Her hands make me want dessert... strawberries and cream before I slip inside."