**Therese**
I am now a concubine.
The destiny I sense not only when I romp around in bed and as a reward I can snuggle behind Vincent´s arm, becoming another of his cushions. In the days after arrival I live as a blank slate accessory he is guiding and showing new corners of the Tower, sometimes… Sometimes are these too beautiful to exist in a jail, where they tell you the worst kind of women is the best. I can´t have enough of male company, when we are reading with them about trees on the sign boards in the park. I infect Vincent with emotion produced by squirrel mother with her young one riding on her. His mandate on the walk is enumerate his personal trouble and I am suggesting fervent lamentations along with thoughts on solutions.
They rearrange my soul to his mage on the cultural trips, small exhibitions of his taste in art and short excerpts from movies or TV shows he watches. The key is not liking it, but agreeing with him convincingly. Premises of the minigallery wouldn´t be out of the place in the Louvre.
Other parts are ugly as sin.