MidReal Story

Tempting Lingerie Muses

Shannon Dody

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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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?"

Adrianna Presley

firstperson protagonist, female, young artist, relationships with the models, petite with sharp features, curious and creative

Julia Presley

protagonist, female, lead model and organizer of the session, friends with other models, tall with flowing hair, confident and flirtatious

Lisa Torres

side protagonist, female, another model in the group, friends with Julia and Adrianna, athletic build with striking eyes, playful and mischievous

I had never been to a private studio session before.

The only experience I had with photography was a photoshoot I had done for a calendar, and it had been a group setting.

This was different.

I had been asked by Julia, one of the girls I had met at the strip club, to come and paint the entire experience.

It was a little daunting, but I was excited to see what it would entail.

As soon as I walked in, I saw Julia and the other models getting ready.

They were all putting on lingerie and drinking champagne.

It was going to be interesting to see how I would capture this on canvas.

The first thing that caught my attention was the lighting.

The lights were dimmed, and there was a spotlight in the middle of the room.

It cast a glow over the models as they moved around.

It was almost ethereal.

I set up my easel in the corner of the room and got to work.

I started with broad strokes, blocking out the general composition of the piece.

It wasn’t long before I became lost in the process.

I was so focused on my work that I didn’t even notice Julia coming over to me.

It wasn’t until she was standing right next to me that I smelled her perfume.

It was a strong, floral scent that filled the air around us.

She leaned in close to inspect my work, and the other models started whispering and giggling.

"Hey, girls," Lisa called out from across the room.

"Why don’t we show Adrianna our collection?"

The models all started walking towards me, carrying hampers full of lingerie.

Julia opened hers up and pulled out a black lace thong.

She held it up for everyone to see, and then handed it to Lisa.

Lisa held it delicately in her fingers, admiring it before passing it back to Julia.

The models all started pulling out different pieces of lingerie, each one more delicate than the last.

They held them up like trophies as they walked towards me.

Julia held up a delicate silk thong, dangling it between her fingers.

"You can’t truly capture the essence without experiencing every detail," she purred, walking towards my easel.

Lisa followed behind her, clutching a lacy garment of her own.

The other models gathered around, creating a tight circle.

My brush froze mid-stroke as Julia leaned in, pressing the silk near my face.

The fabric was soft and smooth, and it smelled like Julia’s perfume mixed with something else.

Something more intimate.

"Go on," Lisa whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of my heart pounding in my ears.

"It’s all part of the artistic process."

I hesitated, unsure of what they were suggesting.

Julia smiled, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Trust us," she said softly, "sometimes you have to feel the art to truly see it."