Nils watched Lisa cross the room. She was naked except for some slippers. She was carrying a small empty vase.

“Hey, where you going with that?” Nils asked.

Lisa stopped, apparently startled. She collected herself. “I just dumped out those dried flowers. They were done for. Now I’m going to rinse out the vase, and then maybe take a shower and get dressed.” She paused a moment, looking into the vase and then back at Nils. “You were done with the flowers, right? You did that still life of them a week ago.”

“I did,” Nils said. “I’m not entirely sure I’d call it a still life, but I think it turned out okay. Would you like to see it?”

“Of course,” Lisa answered. She followed Nils into his studio. The painting was leaning against a wall, and Nils lifted it for Lisa to get a better viewing angle.

“It’s nice,” she said, after studying the painting. “Is that me in it, behind the table?”

“It is,” Nils said. “I knew you wouldn’t mind.”

“I don’t mind,” Lisa said. “Not as personal as some of your paintings of me.”

“Do you say that because one of the flowers is kind of covering up your pussy?” Nils asked.

“Hmm, I hadn’t really thought of it that way.”

“I did take care to make the flower petals very much like the petals of your flower.”

“My flower?”

“Yes, your lovely cunt.”

Lisa again examined the painting. “You mean the color?”

“Yes, the color but also the shape, the texture. Not only that, I changed the shape of the vase just a little, so its curves match the curves of your inner thighs.”

“I’m liking this painting more and more,” Lisa said. “It’s actually quite erotic. It’s actually making me quite wet.”

“Ah, so the painting is not only erotic, it’s pornographic.”

“Not sure what you mean,” Lisa said.

“Erotic means it pertains to sex. Pornographic means it incites sexual desire.”

“Interesting,” Lisa said. She looked at the painting and then at the vase in her hand. “I’ll never be able to see this vase quite the same,” she said. “It’s become a pornographic vessel.”

Nils looked a touch doubtful.

“It is!” Lisa insisted. “You wouldn’t believe how wet it’s made me.” After a pause, she said, “It occurs to me that almost anything can be pornographic. Your lips, for example. Especially when you say words like ‘your lovely cunt flower.’ Especially when you kiss my lovely cunt flower. But also your eyes, the way you look at me. And your nose, when it rubs my clit.”

Nils laughed. “What about my beard?”

“Yes, definitely your beard.”

“And what about my toes?”

“Well, in certain circumstances...”

“And what about my elbows?”

“Hmm ... That might be going too far.” Lisa placed the empty vase on the floor, then took the painting from Nils’ hands and set it down against the wall. “Come along,” she said, taking Nils’ hand and leading him toward the bedroom. “We’ll just have to find out about your pornographic elbows.”