MidReal Story

Tempting Lingerie Muses

nathan price

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 was invited by Julia Presley to a private studio session.

The brief was to paint Julia and some of her friends in lingerie.

I didn’t know what to expect, but I knew it would be interesting.

I was curious to see how the session would play out and what kind of chemistry the models would have with each other.

I arrived at the studio and was greeted by Julia, who introduced me to the other models.

There were five models in total, and they were all very different.

Julia was the lead model, and she was confident and flirtatious.

She had a great body and beautiful hair, which she knew how to work.

Sarah Torres was another model who caught my eye.

She had a great athletic build and piercing eyes that seemed to see right through me.

The other models were also beautiful in their own way, and I could tell that they were all comfortable with each other.

As we got started, I could see that the models were all very comfortable with each other.

They joked and laughed as they posed together, and it was clear that they had all worked together before.

I tried to capture their chemistry on canvas, using bold brushstrokes and vibrant colors.

As the session progressed, I became more and more comfortable, experimenting with different techniques and taking risks with my art.

The door creaked open, and the room fell silent.

A young man in his twenties stumbled in, clutching a leather portfolio to his chest.

His eyes darted around the room, taking in the sight of the models.

He was clearly nervous, his face flushing red as he shifted from foot to foot.

His knuckles were white against the portfolio, and I could see that he was trying not to stare.

Julia exchanged a knowing look with Lisa, and then sauntered over to him.

"Are you here for the art session?" she purred, running her hand over his arm.

He nodded jerkily, unable to meet her gaze.

I recognized the deer-in-headlights look - he clearly hadn’t expected this kind of setup.

"Relax, we don't bite," Julia teased, her voice dripping with amusement.

"I'm just here to deliver these sketches," he stammered, finally managing to look up.

Lisa chuckled softly, "Well, you're in for a treat then; why not stay and see how the real thing compares?"

I set up my easel, watching the scene unfold.

The delivery boy’s eyes were darting frantically around the room, taking in the sight of the models.

Julia was circling him like a cat, her fingers trailing across his shoulders as she peered at his portfolio.

Lisa was leaning forward from her chaise lounge, deliberately drawing his attention to her lace-trimmed bustier.

He clutched the portfolio tighter, his knuckles white with tension.

His gaze was bouncing around the room, hitting every surface except for the women.

"Uh, I really shouldn't," he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper.

Julia smirked, "Come on, it's not every day you get to see art in the making."

He hesitated, then sighed, "Alright, but just for a moment."