MidReal Story

Tempting Lingerie Muses

Coco

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

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 had never been to a private studio session before.

The only other time I could remember was when my photography class booked a room for a boudoir photography assignment.

We had one model who stripped down to a thong and a necklace, and I had to get creative with the sheets and straps to cover the more private areas of her body.

The rest of the class had opted to shoot male models, so I was left alone to shoot the female model.

Now, I was being asked to shoot a group of women in their lingerie.

Julia sent me an email last week asking if I would be interested in painting the piece.

She would be providing the models and the space.

All I had to do was show up and bring my supplies.

After reading the email a dozen times, I realized she wanted me to paint them in their underwear.

I wasn’t sure how I felt about it, but I couldn’t pass up the opportunity.

When I arrived at the building, Julia let me in and led me up a set of stairs to the fourth floor.

The space was divided into several rooms and offices.

Julia led me past a few until we were in front of a door with a sign that said Private Studio – Do Not Enter.

"Please make yourself at home. The models will be here any minute."

I moved to the far corner of the studio and set up my easel.

I had always been a bit of a neat freak, so I had to arrange my paints and brushes in a certain order.

I stole glances at the models as they arrived.

They were all dressed in lingerie, but it was more like what you would wear on a night out with the girls than what you would actually wear to bed.

One of them was wearing a thong and a matching bra.

She was sitting on the couch, posing for another artist.

I tried to focus on setting up my paints, but my hands were shaking.

I kept glancing at the models, trying to decide who I wanted to paint first.

Julia sauntered over, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor.

She stopped behind me and peered over my shoulder at my blank canvas.

"Are you ready to get started?"

I nodded, still trying to decide who to paint first.

The other models gathered around us, forming a half-circle in front of my easel.

Lisa stepped forward, plucking a brush from my hand.

"Let me show you how it’s done."

She perched on the velvet chaise, her body curving into a classic S-shape.

The other models whispered and giggled, but I forced myself to focus on getting the initial lines down.

My hand was shaking as I marked the slope of her shoulder, the arch of her back, the bend of her knee.

Julia walked behind me, her breath warm on my neck as she watched me work.

"Relax," she murmured, steadying my drawing hand with her own.

"Just let it flow naturally."

Lisa held perfectly still, her eyes following my movements as I outlined her form.

"Do you ever wonder what people see when they look at us like this?" Lisa asked, her voice soft yet curious.

Julia chuckled lightly, "I think they see what they're afraid to admit about themselves."

I paused, the brush hovering above the canvas, and said, "Maybe they see a part of themselves they wish they could embrace."

Lisa’s lips curved into a smile.

"I like that."

I continued sketching, focusing on the curve of Lisa’s back.

As I worked, my eyes fell on something peeking out from the lace of her teddy.

It was a tattoo, and it looked like a serpentine pattern winding between her shoulder blades.

I leaned closer, squinting at the delicate lines.

Julia’s hand tightened on my shoulder as I studied the tattoo.

The other models had fallen quiet, their playful energy shifting to something tenser.

"What does this symbol mean?"

I asked, tracing the curves of the tattoo with my finger.

Lisa exchanged a look with Julia before laughing lightly.

"It’s just something I got on a whim. I don’t really remember what it means."

I returned to painting, but my brush kept tracing the mysterious curves of the tattoo.