MidReal Story

Tempting Lingerie Muses

Anonymous

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, along with a handful of other girls, to a private studio session.

The owner wanted some custom art done.

He wanted to capture a group of women in lingerie, posing however we saw fit, as long as it was sexy.

The women he had in mind were all friends of mine.

I knew them from various jobs we had worked together on.

We were all different in our own ways, shapes and sizes, nationalities, ages… But we all had one thing in common.

We were models.

Some of us were experienced, while others were just starting out.

It was going to be an interesting shoot.

None of us really knew what to expect or how the day would turn out.

But one thing was for sure, we were all going to leave with beautiful photos and a piece of original art.

"Okay girls, this is where the magic happens."

Julia swept her arm around the room, giving us an idea of what we would be working with.

The owner had set up the entire back studio for us.

There were different sets, lighting options, backdrops… Even props.

I moved toward the vintage backdrop, a rich burgundy velvet curtain that pooled on the hardwood floor.

Julia followed me, her heels clicking purposefully as she carried an ornate peacock fan.

The other girls gathered various feathered accessories - boas, headpieces, delicate masks.

Lisa positioned herself on the chaise lounge, draping a black boa across her shoulders with practiced ease.

I set up my easel, adjusting the height as I watched Julia arrange the other girls in a cascading composition.

The placement seemed deliberate - each curve and shadow creating negative space that drew the eye.

"Do you think he knows about the gallery deal?" Lisa asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Julia glanced over her shoulder, her expression unreadable. "He has to; why else would he be so keen on this particular group?"

I paused, brush hovering above the canvas. "Wait, you mean this isn't just about the art?"

I set the brush down and stepped back from the easel, studying the poses of the other models with renewed unease.

Julia noticed my hesitation, gracefully rising from her perch to approach me.

She reached into a leather portfolio beside the chaise, withdrawing crisp papers with official letterhead.

She spread the documents across my workspace, her manicured finger tracing key phrases - "exclusive gallery showing," "guaranteed prime placement," "significant commission percentage."

Lisa leaned forward, her boa sliding off one shoulder as she peered at the contract terms.