Daisy On Show

“Over here, I think,” he says, indicating a low chaise longue that’s better-dressed in its deep blue velvet cover than I’m about to be. I walk over to where he stands, and there’s an awkward pause before I realize he’s waiting for me to take off my robe. They’re artists, I remind myself, taking hold of the cord and pulling the end. They’re used to it.Warning: drug use & bisexual activity.