Brianna was giving Benjamin the cold treatment, staring at him across the room from his in-mansion art gallery, refusing to say a word. She'd asked where Freya was, after searching all over for her this morning, only to be told that she was on a special assignment for Benjamin and would be back before the exhibition was over. She didn't believe a word of it, but without the phone (which he swore he needed for the event, after that she could have it back) there was basically nothing she could do.
So she'd agreed to play along, posing as his latest girlfriend and inspiration for his art. She was wearing a carbon fiber body suit that looked glued to her chest; in fact, it was basically a single piece corset from tailbone to stern without even a zipper in the back. Leather leggings went up just about to where her legs began, which were bare for articulation, leaving just a thumb's width of thigh to be seen in the gap, and her green body stripe.
Everyone congratulated him for the ostentatiousness of his piece of course. It was exactly the kind of gaudy perversion the rich loved to make off as art. There was an uneven light at the base of the podium, which made it look like the dick and spurt of cum was swirling inside with smoke. He gave Brianna credit for the molding, and announced her as his driver for his car in tomorrow's race. Which he hadn't told her anything about. Another thing to get back at him for.
After remaining silent the whole time, some of his caretakers opened a pair of double doors at the end of the gallery hall.
"Ah, good. Freya's here." Benjamin said, walking over to Brianna. His hands were empty, so she was off her guard; looking down to turn around as he walked behind her and slid his finger between her thighs, flicking a switch. Suddenly unable to move, she stared ahead at the audience's feet.
"The main event has arrived! Everyone, make way, make way!" Benjamin shouted, clapping his hands as his servants brought in a rolling platform with a yellow curtain over it. They rolled it over next to an empty pedestal, about which time Brianna found she could still move her eyes. She watched as they picked up some wooden scaffolding that held whatever was there and lifted it up; finally, when it was in place, they removed the scaffolding and Benjamin pulled down the curtain to the applause of his contemporaries.
"Behold! A true lady of the arts!"
Brianna's eyes would have widened if they could. Under the curtain had been a glass jar, a cylinder about two feet wide and three feet tall. In it was a mix of paint that looked kind of like an anime girl... one of those layers of liquid oils that made it look like there was an image suspended in water. They must have had to keep that steady to keep it from mixing, though it had just a bit of spin to it... wait... that wasn't just any girl! That was Freya! What had that bastard done to her!
It really was her.. now just an inanimate jar of paint. Though it almost looked like she was sliding around in there, her eyes and face, everything all pushed up against the glass looking out... it almost looked like as she was stretching her eyes were moving, looking around, until they lacked on Brianna... great.. at least Freya could move more than her.