TheVictory of Faith (c.1890) by Irish artist Saint George Hare (1857-1933)
I send her this picture with the message;
“Look, we time travelled. Here we are in 1890 exhausted and snoozing after fucking all night in the barn.”
She laughs and agrees it look like us.
“You can see from that wall restraint that I’m some sort of slave for taking care of those lions in the background,” I continue.
“Mmm hmm. They’re my lions,” she says, I can hear her grin even though we’re texting. “It’s a Tiger King situation and I sneaked out to the barn at night to fuck you.”
“Oh I see how it is,” I’m smiling now too, “sneaked out of the big house to fuck me on the floor huh?”
“Couldn’t resist those thighs,” she replies. “Even then. Look, I’m touching them in my sleep, just like I do now.” I miss her touching them.
I google it later. Both of the women were sacrifices for the lions. Our version is way better.