“Any painter can seduce their model. History is full of artists banging their muses.” Louisa shifted so that she was lying on her side. She draped her arm over Karina’s torso. “But those were all men seducing women.” “So?” “So there’s a difference,” said Louisa. “Don’t you think? The male gaze versus the female gaze and all that.” “You mean this is more equal?” “Yeah,” said Louisa, though she wasn’t sure that this was true at all, not in their case.
