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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
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 was at art class again, not really paying attention to the teacher—something I was good at.
I was more interested in the piece that I was working on.
It was a woman in a red dress, her hair flying behind her.
She was running, but there was no background.
Just her.
I added some more strokes to the canvas with my brush, lost in thought.
"Adrianna? Are you listening?"
I looked up, slightly startled.
"Yes, of course."
The teacher raised an eyebrow.
"The slides I’m showing, are they inspiring you?"
Oh crap.
Looking around, I saw the slides on the screen at the front of the room.
They were of different sculptures and paintings, all of nude women.
Well, that gave me an idea.
"Can I paint you? Some of you?"
I looked around at my classmates, all of whom were dressed in various states of undress.
Some were naked, while others wore robes or towels.
"You want to paint us?"
Julia spoke up, her voice surprised.
She was one of the models in class today and always one of the most confident.
"Yes, why not? We’re all friends. It would be fun and interesting."
I looked around the room, already seeing it in my mind.
"Sure, why not?"
Julia shrugged.
"Why not indeed? It could be fun."
The other models all nodded in agreement.
"Great, let’s get started then," I said, picking up my easel and moving it to the center of the room.
I got out my paints and brushes, arranging them on my palette in a certain order.
It was a habit of mine, something that helped me focus.
Julia walked over to a chaise lounge that had been set up for the class and sat down, curving her body in an S-shape, her long legs stretched out before her.
She was wearing a black bra and panties set with lace trim, looking elegant and relaxed.
The other models stood around her, posing as well.
Lisa sat on the armrest of the chaise lounge, one leg bent under her as she leaned back slightly.
Her athletic form created a strong diagonal line in the composition.
The other girls stood around them, leaning against the walls or each other.
It reminded me of some of the old paintings I had seen in museums, where multiple people were posed together in interesting ways. "You ready to paint?"
Julia asked me, catching my eye.
I nodded, dipping my brush into my paints.
My hands were shaking just a little bit, but I ignored it.
As I made the first stroke, I realized this was the moment I'd been waiting for.
I mixed some colors on my palette, trying to get the right shade.
Julia was reclining on the chaise, and the warm glow of the studio lights was giving her skin a soft, peachy color.
I tried to capture that on my canvas, layering the paint on in soft brushstrokes.
Lisa shifted slightly on the armrest, and I paused for a moment to adjust her position in my sketch.
The studio was warm, almost stifling.
I could feel the heat of the lights on my skin as I worked, but I didn’t notice.
I was too focused on getting each brushstroke just right.
The smell of paint filled the air, and I could feel it mixing with the scent of perfume and sweat.
It was a heady mixture, one that made me feel slightly dizzy.
As I worked, I started to feel a faint burning smell in the air.
It was subtle at first, but it grew stronger with each passing minute. I tried to ignore it, focusing instead on getting the shadows just right under Julia’s collarbone.
But it was hard to focus when there was a strange smell in the air.
I glanced around the studio, wondering if someone had left something cooking in the back room.
But there was no one else around except for me and the models.
The other girls were whispering and giggling as they stood around me, their eyes fixed on my canvas.
Then, the fire alarm blared, and chaos erupted.