PYGMALIONATION

The artist stood on tippy-dippy toes, preening at his masterpiece. “I have not achieved such lifelike tones before,” he drooled, “and such colours, spectrum hues and more.”

“Then why not take a dip inside,” the naked lady invited, “you’ll like me better in the flesh, you’ll go not unrequited.”

He looked around then stepped inside, wincing as he felt the acid burn of his blood turning to turpentine. “It’s not what I expected when I stepped into your nation,” he gasped.

“Ah,” said the lady, “it’s not all pleasure, this exploration.”