Before Duchamp

The nude descended the staircase and the devil welcomed her with open arms.
"I thought you'd end up here, " he said, his grin full of teeth. She shuddered despite the heat.
"We are not so different you and I," he crooned. "We have committed the same crime." The nude hissed and spat in his eyes.
"We are not the same," she insisted. "We have done the same thing, but not for the same reasons. My intent…"
"The road to hell is paved with good intentions, girl," he said. "It does not matter now. You are mine,
and I have a job for you."
She was curious despite herself. Her slitted eyes brightened with interest.
"What? What do you want me to do?"
The devil smiled and held out a shining red fruit.
"You have an apple to deliver."