Go along with Yusuke's request.

It must be nude art!"

"Absolutely not." Ann said firmly.

"No, no, you don't understand," Yusuke continued. "This is an artistic endeavor. You may protect your modesty with this," he said, tossing her a white spa towel.

Ann looked at the towel suspiciously. "No funny business?"

"No funny business."

"But why?" Ann asked. "What's the point of this?"

"I need to capture beauty in its most fundamental form. Someone with grace, with poise."

Ann blushed. "Well, if you put it that way..."

"Unfortunately, student council president Makoto flatly turned down my request. She's a bit shorter than you are, but you should do. So you will wear this wig..."

Ann glared at him. "Fine. We do this, then you delete those images and I go on my way. I've got an investigation to conduct, once I find some proper clothes." Ann slipped into the towel and wig behind one of the screens in the room and came back out. "Fine?" she asked?

"Fine." Yusuke said, picking up an easel. Ann played with the hem of her towel teasingly. "Are you sure that you can handle this?" she asked.

"Don't improvise, I need to concentrate," Yusuke said, sketching furiously with charcoal.

A knock sounded on the door. Ann froze. What should she do?