He wants to draw Amy

"You know, your little booth looks great in the sun. Shabby and almost falling apart but still entirely operational. You mind if I draw you standing in there?"

Amy laughed, "You wanna draw me? Sure!"

Then, in the mood to mess with the cute guy, she added, "Should I pose or something? Maybe standing in the doorway, lasciviously leaning against the doorpost?"

The artist grinned, "Sure, why not?"

Not one to miss a good time, Amy leaned against the doorpost, legs slightly parted and arms high up grabbing the jamb above her head. She put the sexiest look on her face that she could muster and pushed her boobs out as far as she could.

"Wow, you're a hot one!" the guy beamed, "This will be great! Hold the pose!"

He started to draw, looking at her and back on his easel every few moments as if to make sure he captured everything properly. After a while he said matter-of-factly, "You know I can see your nipples, right?"

Amy blushed, remembering that she had gotten rid of her underwear a while ago, and wanted to cover her breasts.