Whatever she expected him to ask after apologizing for being crass, Irene absolutely hadn’t expected him to ask a question of that nature. It shocked her so much she could only let out the laugh that bubbled up in her chest. She deserved that, she really did. It was her own fault for being so vague and at a party like this - it was no wonder he had perhaps thought she wasn’t interested in men at all. She would explain to him just as soon as she stopped laughing.

It would happen any second now.

Once she was able to catch her breath, Irene shook her head. “I apologize, I should have been less oblique about it all, I suppose. I’m very much interested in men, though I suppose I understand how one could appreciate a woman’s body as well.” She gave a shrug, popping her shoulders. “I am an artist, after all, I enjoy drawing both male and female forms.”

Sighing, she stood up and took her glass, going over to the cart to make herself another drink. Perhaps she needed to be a bit more inebriated for this. “I suppose I’m separated enough from this to talk about it.” She mused. She’d certainly gone to the effort of forgetting the entire thing, only to have it resurface in the form of journals she’d kept. She poured herself another drink, making a second one for him in case he wanted it. If not, well, someone else would likely pick it up after not too long.

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