A pose befitting a dirty dog

"Hm hm hm... You know, I've actually painted my precious dogs several times before, but I always gave them such regal and dignified settings. I set them onto cushions, posed their heads just right by directing their attention, that sort of thing. You, my dear Palas, are in quite a different place. Whereas I posed those dogs to look like people, you're a person who's been posed to look like a dog," Lydins grinned, taunting her compatriot and jabbing in her direction with a loaded ink brush. "As such, I'll take the opposite approach: I'm going to paint you like a dirty dog, fit for the mud."

The angry expression on Palas' face was entirely put on; she wanted to seem completely mortified by the possibility, while privately, she found it very enticing. "Just get on with it, Lydins! What sort of debauchery are you picturing?"

The nude vampire sat on the steps leading into her expansive mansion and crossed one leg over the other, smiling patiently. "I thought I'd pitch a couple. You let me know which sounds best." She tapped the tip of her brush's end against her lower lip, then smiled cheerfully. "How about eating out of a little doggy-dish, with your buttocks way up in the air, swinging it back and forth like a dog with its tail? Like you're just so excited to be fed your dog kibble!"

Palas grit her pointed teeth, now seeming genuinely irritated instead of just acting indignant. "Now you're just toying with me."

The lady of the manor shrugged her shoulders and laughed. "Ha ha ha! Can't put one past you, hm? You are an illusionist, after all; that means you see through others' deceptions. I was, of course, deceiving you. I have a much more erotic set of ideas than that joke might lead you to believe." The vampire leaned up off her steps, then set her elbows on her knees and grinned wolfishly. "How about... you beg? Lay on your back, in the mud, and stick your cute little 'paws' in the air. Beg me to paint you, Palas..."

"Th-That's..." Palas began to argue. Before she even knew what she was doing, she'd begun to adopt the pose, lying down on her back in the muddy dog-pen outside the De Geomorte manor. "Like this?" She didn't commit all the way... instead of putting her feet into the air, she merely bent her knees, and instead of putting her hands into the air, she crossed them to cover her pussy, which was facing towards the painter.

"Ooo, I like the view. I really do," Lydins chuckled, clapping her hands cheerfully, then rising to her feet. "I'd have to stand like this to get your face in it, though. If we want to do this properly, people simply must be able to see your darling face." She paused, looked towards the moon... then seemed to derive an idea from that. "How about you present like a dog would? Put your paws beneath you and stick that cute 'tail' of yours into the air, like you're waiting for a gentledog suitor's advance from behind."

"R-Really?! Not towards your point of view, surely?!" Palas was into the portrait in general, but the idea of having a painting of her asshole and pussy, bared towards the artist, displayed in Lydins' private parlor was too much!

"Ha! You should see your face; it's very colored, for one with such pale skin. No, I was thinking a tasteful front view. I can't wait to capture those cute little dimples, just below the small of your back, and that nice, peach-like curve of your posterior... hm hm hm...~" The lady grinned evilly, then pointed one finger at the fence. "Of course, if one of my neighbors gets nosy, that is the view they'll be seeing from over the top of my garden's fence."

Hearing that only made the illusionist feel hotter and more aroused. Obeying the command, Palas adopted that expression, wearing a pouting face that looked more like a scolded dog than one preparing to be humped from behind. The chain collar felt terribly awkward, running from her neck down her shoulders and back to connect to the post further into the yard. The rest of her body was muddy now, from her earlier attempt to adopt the begging pose, meaning both her breasts and buttocks were caked with the stuff. She'd never looked so wholly ignoble in the entirety of her life, possibly including the time Mympho had publicly fucked her to a state of horny stupidy in front of a large Merridan audience. "Lydins..."

"Hm?" the painter asked, looking up from her easel. It looked like she'd finally started painting.

A new concern was pressing upon Palas' mind and it wasn't easy for her to continue to ignore...