Ivy was slouching on an antique couch from China, at least 600 years old. It smelled musty, but also valuable and she drew another deep breath, and let the scent fill her senses. There was a large stuffed bear to her left, on its hind legs with its front paws outstretched, forever mauling an invisible prey with its formidable claws. Harley had somersaulted up onto the bear's forelegs and was sitting in its arms, as though cradled by the beast.
The two women had snuck into the Gotham City Museum after closing, had easily disabled the security systems, and taken out the single guard. Sometimes they came to thieve valuable jewels to fund their exploits in Gotham and cover the rent on the apartment, and other times they were so familiar with the museum they would just like to break in for the hell of it and have a sort-of date amongst the exhibits. Tonight was a date night, neither of them wanted something particularly, so they had wandered through displays of dinosaurs, stuffed exotic animals, suits of armour, before they had settled in this room, which had a Victorian style fireplace on one wall, and a large silver mirror, clearly in a traditional Chinese style against the opposite wall. This always seemed to be Harley's favourite room, and whenever they came, the duo lingered here, lounging on the priceless furniture and admiring the décor.
"Hey, Harl?" Pamela tilted her head towards her harlequin, who hummed in response. "Why do you like this room so much?"
Ivy didn't know exactly what she was expecting as an answer to her run of the mill question, but it definitely wasn't the awkward hysterical giggling and head-to-toe blush Harley adopted.
"What?" Pamela giggled too, highly amused at the sheepish face Harley wore.
"You see that mirror, Red?" Harley nodded towards it. This was a needless question - the ornate mirror was the centrepiece of the exhibits in this section of the museum. The frame had a story of a Chinese Emperor and his conquests carved into it, in stunning detail that had often mesmerised Ivy.
"Well, you see," Harley broke off into embarrassed giggles again, "After the first time I saw it, I had this dream, where we made love but we could see everything by looking into the mirror, and it was really good and I like to stop here and think about it sometimes. Oh my god, I'm so embarrassed!" Harley groaned and covered her face as Ivy just looked at her, stunned.
Pamela looked from Harley in her perch on the stuffed bear, to the mirror and back again. She closed her eyes and pictured being able to watch from a third-person perspective as Harley tortured her body with kisses, or as her harlequin's face contorted in the pleasure of her orgasm. She whimpered quietly, then looked up at Harley who was still wishing the ground would swallow her.
"That… that is really sexy, Harl," she smirked, "Do you still have the number for Joker's hired muscle on your phone?"
"Yeah, sure, Pammy. Why?" Harley asked, smirking back at her as she realised Ivy was turned on by her fantasy.
"I don't think we can lift this thing on our own," she grinned, nodding her head at the mirror.
Harley's mouth dropped open, and she leapt down and kissed Ivy deeply, before calling up her henchmen.
Later that night, Harley and Pamela lay naked together, under the sheets. The mirror reflected the silver moonlight coming through the bedroom window. They had had some trouble getting their prize back to their hideout, but it had been worth it.
"You know, I think that was your best suggestion yet, my little harlequin," Ivy murmured into Harley's soft blonde hair. But Harley was already asleep, exhausted after the nights escapades.
"I love you," Pamela told her anyway, before drifting off into a peaceful sleep.