What is Faith-in-Buffy's solution?

Faith-in-Buffy discovers the arts

"Yo," said Faith-in-Buffy. "Are you the one looking for a nude model?"

The art teacher blinked at the sight of a naked blonde so blatantly entering his classroom. "As a matter of fact, I'm looking for a life model. And it's usually customary --"

"Yeah yeah yeah," said Faith-in-Buffy, waving her hand. "Do you need a model or don't you?"

"Why, yes. But normally you wait until the class is actually here before you undress and even then, you're expected to wear a robe--"

"Okay, okay," said Faith-in-Buffy. "So when does your first class get here?"

"Within an hour. But still if you don't mind..."

Faith-in-Buffy laughed. "You mean you actually want me to put something on? I'm telling you, I don't usually get many requests like that. But I'll humor you. I'll put on this robe you're handing me -- even though it seems stupid for me to put on something I'll be taking off in an hour anyway."

The art teacher sighed. "Please do. For reputation's sake, if nothing else."

"Hey, I'm not worried about my reputation," said Faith-in-Buffy.

"But I'm worried about mine. What's your name, Miss?"

"Le -- er, Summers. Buffy Summers."

"Buffy Summers," said the art teacher. "It seems like I've heard that name before. But most of the teachers who have mentioned it always gave me the impression you were a more modest person, so to speak."

"What can I say?" said Faith-in-Buffy. "You can't always believe what people tell you."