Perched on a Pedestal

My Muse is a peculiar creature. When the fox / wolf hybrid saw a gaudy vulpine sculpture at a local art gallery, she couldn’t help but topple it over the edge and clamber upon the pedestal herself. She made quick work of her clothing, handing it over to a slightly flustering henchman, and bared herself for anyone anyone caring to have a look.

I only wonder, could you launder money by buying her as a piece of art?

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