So far, when going out, the majority of their dates had been loud and had required a lot of activity. While Tristan had enjoyed himself a great deal, he felt that an evening of quiet would do them some good.
The art gallery that they were at, had been recommended by a client. Tristan had not been too sure about it, but now, he was...confused. The two of them were currently looking at a piece titled...'the Mounds'.
Looking at the piece, Tristan could not quite believe what he was seeing. He turned from the artwork to Ariel. Then he looked back at it, moving closer so that he could read the tiny description that the artist had helpfully included. The Mounds. That was the name of the piece. But it was not mounds of sand or maybe heaps of garbage.
Tristan was staring at what he was one hundred percent sure was actual boobs. The artist in question had actually taken time out of their day to mold human breasts, then put them on display for all to see.
