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So, after we returned to Gustav's place with the horrible head of red cabbage, he proceeded to wash, chop and then shred it. He then added some olives and chopped onions and grated some black pepper over it all. After thoroughly mixing this mess, he dug a small glass decanter out of the fridge and proceeded to pour about half the contents on top of the salad. It was a weird color - kind of like a cross between Russian and Green Goddess dressings. I didn't ask what it was because I was afraid of the answer.
We sat at his kitchen table and I had a cup of coffee while Gustav chowed down on the salad. He smacked his lips with gusto after each hearty mouthful while I tried not to think of what he was putting into his stomach. When he'd finished, he joined me in a cup of coffee and proceeded to tell me what a wonderful subject for a painting I would be. I airily informed him that I had been sketched, painted and photographed many times so it was nothing new to me.
'Ah', he said, 'but you have never been portrayed the way I will paint you!' I was sure of that. I knew his reputation for seducing his models, as well as the fact that even if a painting showed a woman clothed, he always painted her nude first. But who would refuse an offer like this from an artist like Klimt?