As Victoria slipped her thoughts into Anthony's own mind again, he moved slightly closer to Alex when she shifted her position to his other side.  He gave a brief smile to Alex when the other man looked at him again.<br/><br/><em>I will, of course, make myself available to you in any way you think would help you.</em>he thought to her in response to her.  Of course, it wasn't as if Anthony had much choice.  He had fallen into Victoria's web and was ensnared.  It would take care and caution to be able to extract himself from it intact.<br/><br/>The vague threat concerning Alex's and his own fate was not lost on Anthony.  Nor was the impression of amusement that filled Victoria's words.  It was painfully obvious that she had latched onto them because the pair of them amused her and offered her a show.  And in this case, she wanted a show, both metaphorically and literally.<br/><br/>Anthony again had no choice but to give his consent.<em>My lady, if I am able to seduce this young man to my side and make him a Bridge for me...your witnessing of it would be...welcomed.</em>Anthony locked his face in a small smile, one that he did not feel internally.  All he could do was to try and placate her, though he knew it might not matter.  She would do as she willed, no more and no less.<br/><br/>Alex's question about any other pieces drew a faint shrug.  Anthony glanced around as he again took Alex's arm into a link with his own.  He waited to let Victoria do the same, before taking a few steps.<br/><br/>“I think that a lot of this work is born from passion, from desire.  To many, the sexual love of one man by another man is still strange and foreign, even disturbing.  Me?  I think it doesn't matter.  Male, female, what does it matter?”<br/><br/>As Anthony spoke, he lead the other two through the other exhibits.  “I think that much of this work is trying too hard.  But that piece...,” he said, pointing at a simple still life of a man sleeping.  A shaft of sunlight spilled over the form in the picture.  "That piece shows love and devotion without being course.  He's an Adonis, drawn in a modern take on the classical Pre-Raphaelite school.”<br/><br/>Anthony gave a brief chuckle.  "Sorry.  Suffice to say that what I said earlier stands true.  Find a piece that inspires you.  That makes you feel.  That's the joy of art, be it art of paint, of clay, of marble, or of love.”<br/><br/>When Alex glanced at Victoria and had a flash of thinking on her and another being with him, focused on his pleasure, it was too easy an opportunity for Anthony to ignore.  Even though it required him to relax his own defenses, he let his attention slip slightly away from Victoria.<br/><br/>As Alex began to imagine what the third would look like, Anthony slipped a brief image of his own eyes, his own mouth, his own hand into Alex's thoughts.  It wouldn't do to make the image his entirely, no.  Alex was still trying to come to grips with his desire.  Anthony would let him make the connection from the disparate images, let Alex's own mind conceive of the concept itself.  This way, it wasn't foreign and would feel natural to the man.  He might still be shocked, but the thought wouldn't have the taint of foreign intrusion.<br/><br/>Anthony, unfortunately, felt Victoria's presence in his mind strengthen when he drew some of his focus from her.  He was growing more and more to be at her mercy, should she choose to exercise it.