It's tremendously unfair that there are entire continents that Bleu hasn't explored, including many countries with their own storied and thriving art scenes that she hasn't even begun to dig her indigo fingers into.

Japan has fascinated Bleu since its art and aesthetics first became popular in Europe in the late 19th century, and she has eventually, finally made her way to the island nation to experience it. And she has made some progress, interesting progress -- her most recent conquest is a yuri mangaka with an eye for brilliant patterns and colors, and that's kept her busy most days. When she's not, Lucien is both an attentive and healthy lover as well as a supportive Colorman, far better than the abusive one she dealt with for millennia. But every once in a while, at the whims of fate, both her artist and her Colorman are busy. And on such a day, what is a muse to do?

Today she's at the zoo. Even though she's just standing next to a sign, trying to decipher information about the exhibits presented in a language she doesn't read, she's a striking presence: a beautiful young Caucasian woman dressed in a deep blue wrap dress and high heels, black hair cascading down over her shoulders, pale skin slightly cool-colored in the midmorning light (although the excessive blue pigment has been harvested for now). She looks like a Greek statue in the flesh, her face as beautiful as a Botticelli, if only her brow wasn't knit into a troubled furrow and her shapely lips weren't curved down in a frown.

"Fuck me. Hey, where is the aviary?"