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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
I was invited, along with a select group of models, to a private studio session.
The project was to paint us in lingerie, doing everyday things that women do—like reading or relaxing in bed.
I knew some of the girls who were invited, and I was excited to see them again.
I hadn’t seen Julia, though, for a few months.
She was the tall, beautiful lead model for this project, and the perfect person to get all the girls together.
She had an amazing body and beautiful hair that flowed down her back like a river of gold.
When we were alone, she was flirtatious and playful.
When the other girls were around, she toned it down and just treated me like one of the gang.
I was looking forward to seeing her and finding out what this project was all about.
As I walked into the room, I saw Julia talking to another model.
I didn’t recognize her, but she had a beautiful body and striking eyes.
I set up my easel near the window, arranging my brushes and paints.
As I worked, I glanced over at the models.
They were all wearing lingerie, and they looked amazing.
The other girls were chatting and laughing, but Julia was focused on the new girl.
I wondered what they were talking about.
I heard Julia say something about the project, and I turned to look at them.
That’s when I saw him.
The studio door creaked open, and a tall man walked in.
He was nearly six feet tall, with a dark beard that reached down to his chest.
His eyes were brown, and he had a strong jawline.
He was wearing a black leather coat that reached down to his knees, and he had a bag slung over his shoulder.
The models all fell silent as he walked in.
Julia pulled her robe tighter around her body, and the other girls did the same.
I gripped my paintbrush tightly as I watched him scan the room.
His eyes were intense, and he seemed to be taking in every detail.
He walked over to my easel, his eyes locked on me.
I felt a shiver run down my spine as he stopped right in front of me.
He reached into his leather coat and pulled out a professional camera.
He set it on the table with a practiced ease that suggested he was used to doing this sort of thing.
"I’m Dartanyen, the photographer," he said, extending his hand toward me first.
The models visibly relaxed, and some of them lowered their arms from their defensive positions.
Julia stepped forward, her confidence returning.
"Julia," she said, shaking his hand.
"And you are?" he asked, looking at me expectantly.
I shook my hand free from the paintbrush and extended it towards him.
"Adrianna Presley," I said.
The other models introduced themselves as well, and I noticed Lisa watching him warily from the corner of the room, her arms crossed over her chest.
I picked up my paintbrush again and turned back to the canvas, trying to focus on mixing the colors.
Dartanyen walked over to his camera and began to set it up.
"I’m here to take some behind-the-scenes shots," he said, adjusting his lens.
"Nothing too risqué. Just some pictures of you all painting and posing."
He paused, looking around the room at the models.
"Where would you like to pose?"
Julia stepped forward, her eyes shining with excitement.
"How about over by the window?" she suggested.
Dartanyen nodded, and Julia walked over to a chaise lounge that was positioned in front of the window.
The other girls walked over and arranged themselves around her, but Lisa remained perched on a stool in the corner.
Dartanyen picked up his camera and walked over to Lisa.
She stiffened as he approached, her shoulders pulling back.
"Maybe we should start with someone else," I said quickly, redirecting his attention to Julia.
Dartanyen hesitated, then turned back to Julia with a nod.
"Alright, let's start with you, Julia," he said, lifting the camera to his eye.
Lisa exhaled softly, her posture relaxing as she watched from the corner, her eyes still wary but less guarded.
I continued to set up my easel as Dartanyen photographed Julia and the others.
The camera clicked rhythmically, and I glanced over every now and then to see how the shots were going.
After he finished with the group shots, Dartanyen began to take pictures of each of them individually.
He moved around the room, adjusting the lighting and posing them in different positions.
When he was finished, he went through the images on the display screen of his camera, Julia peering over his shoulder.
"Can you make me look good in these?" she asked him, pointing to a shot where her eyes were half-closed.
Dartanyen chuckled.
"Of course," he said.
"I’ll make you look like a goddess."
I glanced over at Lisa, who still hadn’t moved from her corner.
I walked over to show her my preliminary sketches of the composition.
She relaxed a little as she looked at them, seeming more at ease as we discussed the placement of her figure in the painting.
Meanwhile, Dartanyen had packed up his equipment and was zipping it into his bag.
