A satisfied smile played at the corners of Madison’s lips as she surveyed the crowd at her latest exhibit. She had chosen each piece carefully to mirror the darkness and desire woven into her own existence. The exhibit had successfully attracted numerous patrons from Seattle and beyond.

As murmurs of admiration floated through the air, one figure caught Madison’s eye. She glided through the crowd toward them, her Louboutin heels clicking against the polished floor in a rhythm that sounded out her excitement.

“Welcome,” Madison grinned. “Looks like you’ve found my favorite Rothko. Most people seem to skim the surface of such a painting, but it's deeper than it looks. Do you find yourself drawn to it’s abyss as well?”