On her day off Chloe visits the art museum to take in the new exhibition of Japanese art, Ukiyo-e paintings portraying a period of exotic Japanese urban life from several centuries ago. The paintings and screens and scrolls are mostly of courtesans. Some of the scenes are sexually explicit. Chloe can’t help noticing that the gentleman depicted are all exceptionally well-endowed. Neither of her lovers, one Asian, one not, has a cock of such size. Chloe wonders what it would be like to be penetrated by a penis of similar girth and length. The exhibit includes more than one hundred works of art, gallery after gallery, and as Chloe strolls past the pictures, she also cannot help but notice that in most of the rooms she is alone, only a guard to keep her company. “Is it always this quiet?” she asks him. He nods in what seems to Chloe a wistful way. “Isn’t it a shame?” she says. He smiles. It is a strange smile. A beguiling smile. Almost a Cheshire cat’s grin. Chloe holds the man’s deep brown eyes. “I guess it’s a racial thing,” he says. “We do get some chinks.” While not prudish, Chloe is conservative. Proper. Or so she has been until this moment. When the guard turns his back and walks away, without really thinking about it, Chloe moves her hand to the bodice of her dress and bares her breast.