I have stood in this corner every day of their married lives. That would be...1,820 days.
He was the one who found me, actually. Had been looking for an unusual gift for her and I popped up on his assistant's social media one day, freshly uncrated from London where I had stood in another corner for...9,643 days. He scrutinized me carefully, which was not as unpleasant as it has been in the past. He is taller than I, for a start, which is no mean feat. When he stretches his arms on either side of my frame, it is a striking vision of power and a body which knows how to hone it.
I've had a long life. I have seen much. I have never seen the likes of these two before.
As I said, I have stood in this corner every day of their married lives. He found me, but she uncovered me. He held her hips as she faced me, looking over her shoulder into me. I was met with the usual gasps and commentary on my beautiful details. She is particularly taken with my filigree work and the carved fleur de lis that crowns my glorious form.
He allows her only a few moments of adoration before requiring her attention turn...elsewhere. That day, she wore a navy trench coat dress with tortoiseshell buttons down the front and a wide belt at her waist. The moment his fingers began unbuttoning her dress, it was as if I ceased to exist.
Her eyes followed his fingers which moved with an unhurried efficiency down the front of her curved body until her dress was undone and her belt lay limp at her hips. His eyes make their way slowly down her body. He is unsurprised -- he has seen her this way before, it seems. But he is no less pleased. She watched his eyes, at first. Even as his hand carelessly moved her open dress to one side and flicked her nipple. Even as his masculine fingers brushed it back and forth, back, and forth against embroidered navy satin.