"Oh, this is just a little guest bed."  She pulled on Gwenevire again to guide her along to the final room in the little quarters - Anne's bedroom.  This room had lighter wood upon the walls, quite uniform in their honey-golden texture.  A queen-size bed takes up most of the room, its green coverlet matching well with the wood of the head and footboards.  A soft carpet covers most of the floor.  At the far side of the room, pale sheers subdue the bright sunlight outside.  A bedside table sits on one side, a novel still sitting on it from where Anne left it long ago.  A armoir and chest of drawers also sit on the far wall, with a mirror above the chest of drawers whose frame is decorated with carved and painted flowers and leaves.  A brush still sits on the top of the armoir.<br/><br/>Above the headboard of the bed is a bold geometric, abstract painting, which both pulls in colors in the room and provides bright hues that punch up the room.  But Anne bring Gwenevire into the room so that her eyes are guided across all those things, and then as she eases the door towards shut, the final piece will catch the other woman's eye.  A self portrait.<br/><br/>In the painting, a younger Anne stands in slightly oblique profile before a canvas on an easel, a brush in one hand and an artist's palette in the other.  She is completely nude.  She is more slender in the painting than now, her hips more narrow, her breasts smaller and even more firm in their defiance of gravity, her ribs lightly visible on her side.  Her hair is longer there, falling over one shoulder and down to her lower back, its waves pulled nearly straight by its length.  Her bottom is smaller and more boyish too, though without much of the tone it has now, and there is the hint of her brown pubes, apparently natural and untrimmed, just barely visible beyond her turned hip.  Her face is young and innocent, looking towards the viewer with eyes that seem to follow.  The painting before her is, of course, the self-portrait itself.<br/><br/>Anne pauses, feeling a tremble of anticipation within her that passes through her hand and almost certainly noticable by Gwenevire, standing close beside the other woman, and with slow hesitation looks up at her face to see her reaction.