The stern face of the painting's owner loomed at Talia, her nose upturned at in disdain. The woman wasn't in any way or form ugly however, in fact she was quite beautiful. Long, raven locks cascaded towards her shoulder, piercing eyes that both told of great intelligence and sternness, and a nose that complimented her face. Her lips a deep scarlet and not extensively plush, nor thin. A beautiful amulet covered her neck, a large emerald was wedged in the middle.
She was wore a conservative green dress of the period. It wasn't overblown or indulgent, it was quite practical in fact. Though, that wasn't the reason that Talia was drawn to the picture.
Her hips were ginormous, being wider than her shoulders were! It wouldn't be that weird, many obese people had a body types like that. It was just her hips were attached to a, frankly, model-like body. It was like a twig attached to an apple, it was that disingenuous.
Talia could of mistaken her hips to be apart of her dress, but they were signs of modification to the it. The painter painted in the faintness details of stitching at the side. Talia couldn't understand this, why would anyone want to emphasize their abnormality? Especially someone who owned a mansion, although Talia wasn't a good example herself.
Talia read off the name of the painting, a small plaque read "Lady Bethany Davis, 1690 to 1745"
"I wonder how she got those things?" the thought slipping threw her mind. Tacking on the idea of what her behind would be like.
Talia shook her head clean and proceeded to walk out of the hallway to visit the rest of the house. Unaware a visitor would be coming to meet her soon.
A hand suddenly phased out of the painting, followed by another. Slowly, a head and a torso pulled themselves out of the painting, however a brief grunt interrupted the process. A few tugs on the frame, the apparition seeming to struggle from it. Finally, it gave and the ghost briefly tumbled in the air before stopping herself. Her ghostly dressed flying upwards, giving any other ethereal being a brief panty show.
"Should of asked for a wider picture. Now, I known that a descendant, or the very least, relative of mine recently came here. I wonder where she went?" the apparition said to herself, before seeing the retreating form of Talia. Smiling to herself, she flew forward for a little "family reunion"
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