Emma, a bottle-blonde "art ho"

Emma's stomach dropped as Dr. Jacobs's finger pointed straight at her. She had been debating even signing up for this class, being convinced when hearing that the models would all be outsiders, but now had been loving the class... up until today.

Emma's hair was naturally black, but she always dyed it bleach blonde except for the roots and eyebrows, and cut it short and lightly curled it to frame her round face and ink black eyes. A respectable 5'7, today she was dressed in boots, jeans, and a sweater.

"Dr. Jacobs," Emma piped up, "I don't want to get naked..."

"Don't be shy," Dr. Jacobs beckoned her up the stage, "it seems like we're all shy since nobody volunteered, so we'll all be in this awkwardness together."

Sighing that resistance to Dr. Jacobs would be futile, Emma gulped and walked up to the stage, trying to clear her mind of the fact that nude sketches of her would be in the classroom for weeks to come.