In her cute pink uniform Ms Jaded Halo seems every inch the innocent student, ready for class.
But the setting is altogether more bizarre.
She stands in a strange cave, symbolic of the virtual arena where her slaves cluster enthralled by her, awaiting her attention, and there to provide her with any tribute she desires, accessible whenever she wishes from their grossly distended bellies, as they hang upside-down like spiders’ prey.
When she is finished with them she will prick them with a pin, to deflate the bulge.
One lies at her feet, a husk of his previous devoted existence.
This is the third portrait for Ms Jaded Halo, a larger size commissioned by one of her loyal admirers. She already possesses two smaller portraits.