I'm trying to speed it up a bit, but I just end up going slow. Can you imagine sassy old Quinn telling a room full of men she had a fling with a woman? I can, and that shit is hilarious.
I rated this T to be safe, not sure why but it is gonna get sexy in the near future. Not to sexy though.

We burst into my room, laughing.
"Will this light do?" Brittany isn't paying attention, looking around the room in wonder.
"What?" She asks me, looking up from the fireplace.
"Don't artists need good light?" I cock an eyebrow.
"That is true." She put on a terrible French accent, making a show of running her finger along the mantle. "But I'm not used to working in such horrible conditions." She laughs. I could listen to her laugh for hours, it's like a chorus of windchimes every time. She looks across my sitting room and her face lights up. "Monet!"
"You know his work?" She's crouched down in front of the painting sitting on the chair, eyeing it intently.
"Of course" She motions to the picture. "Look at his use of colour here, isn't he great?"
"I know, it's extraordinary" I leave the room and walk to the safe, collecting the necklace Finn bought me.
"Will Finn be back soon?" She asks, still looking round like he's going to burst through the door any second.
"Not as long as the cigars and brandy hold out." I walk back into the room, removing the necklace from its case to show to Brittany. "I want you to draw me like one of your French girls." She nods. "Wearing this, and only this" She nods for a second then realises what I've said. She watches me retreat from the room with wide eyes.

I find myself nervous when I return to the sitting room, where Britt's moved the furniture round and is sat sharpening a piece of charcoal. She looks up when the door opens.
"The last thing I need is another picture of me looking like a porcelain doll." I throw a coin at her. "As a paying customer, I expect to get what I want." My heart is pounding my chest as I step toward the couch and lower my gown, and I can see a blush growing in Brittany's cheeks.
"Over on the bed...The couch, over on the couch." It's cute, the way she's stumbling over her words, and I step over to the couch, reclining. "Lie down." I lie and try to get into a position that seems right. "No, put your arm back where it was… then put your other arm up, back by your face… now, head down, eyes to me." I oblige, finally staying still when she nods. "Stay still." She smiles slightly when she says it, then moves her paper, and starts drawing.
"So serious" I mock, but the look of concentration on her face is adorable, and it's hard to not get off the couch and kiss her, she just quirks her lips.
Trying to keep my mouth straight while she's drawing is even more difficult. "I believe you are blushing, Ms Big Artiste. I can't imagine Monsieur Monet blushing."
She laughs a little. "Plants don't have boobs." She looks serious for a second. "Stop laughing"
It takes me a second but I pull it together again, and manage to keep my face serious.

"My heart was pounding the whole time. It was the most erotic moment of my life, up until them at least."
"So what happened next?"
"You mean, did we do it? Sorry to disappoint you, Britt was very professional."