"Trishy, what do you feel? I mean, are you burning with lust when you see this painting?" Anwen asked lightly, as if it was nothing, leaving Trish at a loss. He didn't know what kind of face he was showing right now.
"W-what do you mean?" Trish forgot to breathe for a while.
Anwen popped her face out from behind the painting.
"Your lust. The desire for sex. Does it rise after seeing this painting?" This time, she said it more clearly.
Trish clenched his hands into fists.
"Actually… What is your intention of showing me THIS THING and HOW can you ask ME SOMETHING SO PRIVATE?" he asked, stressing each word.
He truly couldn't understand why Anwen asked him such a thing without feeling the slightest bit of embarrassment. Only God knew what was going on in that girl's head.
"Oooh, that's..." Anwen came out and stood beside the painting. "Actually, in a book I read, it said that if a guy looks at a painting like this they will want to um… You know what I mean, right?"
