"She sat in an armchair and had kindled a crackling fire, whose reflection ran in red flames over her pale face with its white eyes, and from time to time over her feet when she sought to warm them.
Her head was wonderful in spite of the dead stony eyes; it was all I could see of her. She had wrapped her marble-like body in a huge fur, and rolled herself up trembling like a cat....
'Do you remember when we first met?'
'How could I forget it,' I said. 'You wore your abundant hair in brown curls,
and you had brown eyes and a red mouth, but I recognized you immediately
by the outline of your face and its marble-like pallor-- you always wore a violet-blue velvet jacket edged with squirrel-skin.'
'You were really in love with the costume, and awfully docile.'
'You have taught me what love is. Your serene form of worship let me forget two thousand years."
Excerpt from: Venus in Furs by Leopold Von Sacher-Masoch
Image: A reclining nude by Will Davies