MidReal Story

Tempting Lingerie Muses

El Darkie

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 been invited to a private studio session to paint the women in their underwear, a creative project Adrianna had been dreaming of.

The models were all friends of mine, so when they learned about my art, they asked me to paint them as a group of women in lingerie.

I was thrilled at the opportunity and accepted readily.

The day of the session arrived, and I was eager to begin.

I started by setting up my materials, arranging my paints and canvases.

The models were prompt, and soon they were undressing and slipping into their lingerie.

I was taken aback by how beautiful they looked, how natural they were in their poses.

This was going to be a great piece, I could tell already.

As I began to paint, I couldn't help but steal glances at Julia, the lead model.

She was confident and flirtatious, striking a pose that showed off her incredible body.

Next to her was Lisa Torres, another model in the group.

She was athletic and toned, with striking eyes that sparkled with mischief.

I positioned myself behind my easel, gripping my brush tightly as I began to work.

I started with the basic shapes, trying to capture the essence of the women's forms.

Julia shifted slightly in her pose, and I found myself staring at the curve of her hip for a moment longer than necessary.

My hand trembled as I mixed flesh tones on my palette.

Lisa noticed my hesitation and leaned over to whisper something in Julia's ear, making them both giggle.

The brushstrokes became uneven, too thick here and too thin there.

Sweat beaded on my forehead as I forced myself to continue, methodically blocking in the forms.

Julia stretched again, arching her back and giving me a glimpse of her smooth skin.

I dipped my brush in a warm shade of paint, trying to capture the soft glow on her flesh.

Just as I was about to apply it to the canvas, the first light flickered.

My hand jerked, leaving a streak of paint across the canvas.

The studio lights sputtered again, this time for a few seconds longer.

When they stabilized, the room seemed different.

The sensual scene before me had transformed into something unsettling.

Julia's elegant pose now looked rigid and unnatural, her shadow stretching out unnaturally across the floor.

Lisa shifted uncomfortably on her perch, her usual playfulness replaced by tension.

The other models exchanged nervous glances.

I set down my palette, my fingers trembling slightly as another flicker plunged the room into momentary darkness.

When the lights stabilized, Julia's face had changed.

Her eyes were wide with fear, and her lips formed a silent scream.

I set my palette aside, stepping around my easel toward Julia.

My shoes clicked on the wooden floor, echoing in the tense silence.

The flickering lights cast eerie shadows across her face, making her features seem both familiar and foreign.

The other models backed away, creating a pocket of space around us.

My heart pounded in my chest as I reached out, my fingers trembling slightly.

Julia's skin was cold to the touch, despite the warmth of the studio.

Her eyes locked onto mine, wide and glassy, reflecting something I couldn't quite understand.

Her lips parted slightly, but no words came.

The studio lights buzzed ominously overhead, casting an unsettling glow across the room.

I pulled my hand back from Julia's skin, the sensation sending a shiver down my spine.

The other models pressed themselves against the walls, their lingerie-clad bodies casting elongated shadows across the floor.

The hum of the electrical system grew louder, building to a high-pitched whine that made my teeth ache.

I stumbled backward, knocking over my easel in the process.

Paint tubes clattered across the floor, and the smell of linseed oil filled the air.

The lights flickered once more, and then went out completely.

The room plunged into darkness, illuminated only by the faint moonlight that filtered through the skylight above.

The temperature shifted, first a blast of icy air that raised goosebumps on my arms, followed by a wave of heat that left me feeling lightheaded.

Julia's rigid posture began to loosen, her frozen features melting like wax.

Her eyes regained their usual sparkle, and color returned to her cheeks.

"Did you feel that too?" Julia whispered, her voice barely audible over the eerie silence.

Lisa nodded, her eyes darting around the room. "It's like something's here with us."

Julia shivered, wrapping her arms around herself. "We need to get out of here, now."

I grabbed Julia's hand, her fingers trembling beneath mine.

I pulled her toward the exit, my shoes sliding in the spilled paint.

The other models crowded behind us, their bare skin brushing against my back as they pushed forward.

Lisa's breath came in short gasps near my ear.

The door handle seemed impossibly far away, and I had to stretch out my free hand to reach it.

My fingers brushed against the cold metal, sending a shiver down my arm.

I twisted it hard, but the handle didn't budge.

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A sudden click echoed in the darkness, and the door swung open with a creak.