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MidReal Story
Tempting Lingerie Muses
Scenario:The warm light of the studio floods the room, casting soft reflections on smooth skin and delicate curves. The scent of faint perfume and the subtle hum of soft laughter wafts through the air. A group of women have already settled around the studio, their bodies adorned in elegant lingerie that seems to have been chosen for effect as much as for art. Every movement is deliberate, every pose carefully exaggerated.
I stepped in, and all eyes turned to me.
"Oh, look who's here! Our little artist has finally arrived." One of them stretches languidly, allowing her posture to change slightly as she looks at me with a playful smirk.
"We've been waiting for you, you know. Do you like what you see? Don't be shy, it's all for the sake of art... Or at least that's what we tell ourselves," the other teases, adjusting her bra strap with deliberate slowness, as if savouring every second of my reaction.
One of them shifts her weight, and the movement emphasises her curves. "So, what do you think? Ready to capture all of this on your canvas? Or do you need.... come a little closer?"
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Adrianna Presley
young artist,relationships with the models,petite with sharp features,curious and creative
Julia Presley
lead model and organizer of the session,friends with other models,tall with flowing hair,confident and flirtatious
Lisa Torres
another model in the group,friends with Julia and Adrianna,athletic build with striking eyes,playful and mischievous
The warm light of the studio floods the room, casting soft reflections on smooth skin and delicate curves.
The scent of faint perfume wafts through the air along with a subtle hum of laughter.
A group of women have already settled in around an ornate four-poster bed positioned right in the centre of what appears to be an elaborately decorated boudoir.
Each one is adorning themselves with various items from a selection that sprawls across a nearby dressing table; stockings, lace gloves, garters, bras and panties in every colour imaginable.
Some are chatting idly among themselves while others apply makeup or adjust their hair for what I can only assume is going to be quite... interesting poses?
I close my eyes for just a moment before stepping inside.
"Oh, look who's here! Our little artist has finally arrived."
One of them stretches languidly, allowing her posture to change slightly as she looks at me with a p###l s##k.
"We've been waiting for you, you know. Do you like what you see? Don't be shy, it's all for the sake of a#t... Or at least that's what we tell ourselves," the other teases, adjusting her b####p with deliberate slowness, as if s##################n.
I take a few more steps inside, my eyes scanning the room as they continue to banter back and forth.
Julia is lounging on the bed itself, one leg bent up and draped over the side.
She catches my gaze and w##s at me, not even bothering to hide her a####t.
Lisa is standing nearby, adjusting her s####s and s###g at me with those piercing green eyes that always seem to dare me to come closer.
The others are scattered around the room, their poses changing every so often as they talk amongst themselves.
The atmosphere shifts ever so slightly when I walk in; I can tell they're all curious about what I'm going to do.
They've been here for a while already, so I'm guessing they're all pretty comfortable with each other by now. They've all been posing for me for years now, and I know them well enough to recognize that they're all in their element.
They've always been quite open about their relationships with each other; they're all friends first and foremost, and it shows.
They've never once been anything less than completely professional towards me - but there's always an undercurrent of something else there too...
Something that I'm not sure even they know how to describe.
I set my bag down near the easel and start unpacking my paints and brushes.
The canvas awaits, a silent witness to the stories about to unfold.
