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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 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, dancing. Alone.
The background was black, but the dress and her skin were a deep red, like blood.
I loved it.
It was one of my favorites.
Someone touched my arm.
"Excuse me," Julia Presley said.
Julia was about twenty-four, three years older than me, and nearly a foot taller.
She had gorgeous hair that fell down her back like silk, and a body that every guy in the room wanted to touch.
She was one of the best models I had seen in class, which made her a great subject for my art.
"You’re invited to a private studio session," she said.
I raised an eyebrow.
"What’s that?"
She smiled, showing off her perfect white teeth.
Some models were boring.
They just sat there and expected everyone to come to them, but Julia was not like that.
She was the best model in the class, and she knew it.
She was always the first one to show up and the last one to leave.
She was a professional, and I admired that about her.
"It’s a private studio session. We’re going to get naked, and you’re going to paint us," she said.
I shrugged.
"Okay."
She smiled again.
"Good. It’s tomorrow at four. You can meet us at the studio."
"Okay," I said again.
"Great!"
Julia said, bouncing off to tell the other models about it.
I went back to my painting.
I didn’t have any idea what I would do with a nude model, but I was excited to find out.
The next day, I arrived at the studio early, with my easel and paints in tow.
There were already five women there, all dressed in black silk robes, sipping wine and laughing.
They looked up as I set up my easel in the middle of the room.
"Look who’s here," one of them said.
"Our little artist."
I tried to ignore them as I set up my paints and brushes, but they just kept teasing me.
"Are you sure you can handle all of this?" one of them asked, gesturing to their bodies.
"I mean... look at all of this. Don’t you think it’s too much for someone like you?" "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 on the vintage chaise lounge that they’re sitting on, allowing her curves to be showcased even more perfectly than before.
"So, what do you think? Ready to capture all of this on your canvas? Or do you need.... come a little closer?"
Julia walks over to me in her silk robe that trails behind her like a red cloud as she guides me through positioning and angles for the best composition. The other women arrange themselves on the chaise lounge in poses that are deliberately provocative and sensual.
I position my easel carefully, angling it so that the light falls across their forms in a way that accentuates the curves and shadows.
Julia reclines on the chaise in her red silk robe, one shoulder exposed as she props herself up on an elbow.
The other women arrange themselves around her in a cascade of black silk and pale skin.
My hands tremble slightly as I make the first marks on my canvas, blocking in the basic shapes and shadows.
Julia catches my eye and winks, shifting her pose slightly to create a more dramatic line.
The movement causes her robe to slip further down her body, revealing more skin.
I swallow hard and continue sketching, trying to capture the sensual tension in the scene.
"You're doing great," Julia says softly, her voice a mix of encouragement and something else I can't quite place.
"Thanks," I reply, trying to keep my focus on the canvas, though my heart is pounding in my chest.
"You know," she continues, her eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that sends a shiver down my spine, "this isn't just about art for me—there's something more I need to tell you."