Mindy does some modeling

Mindy waved Hector off, as he had to rush back to work, then followed the elderly man into the building. She let her eyes adjust to the darker space, blinking reflexively as she tried to scan the room. After a while she found herself in a warehouse style enclosure withe shelves lining the entryway like the layout of a library, only these were large shelves that carried life-sized facsimiles of people!

Mindy's eyes widened as she realized this was where all the statues were made! There were various shapes and body parts on display. Some pieces were just of the torso or arms, others were half tops and bottoms. Each piece was posed suggestively in states of recline like one would find in an old painting. On another shelf, the poses became a bit more provocative. One female figure was resting belly down with legs splayed to reveal highly detailed anatomy. A second figure was resting on its side with one leg up to reach the side of the subject's cheek. This had similarly detailed anatomy. There was something vaguely familiar with this slender figure and Mindy stepped up for a closer look. She noticed her body was more at ease with its own nudity in this hidden away shed than the open outdoors. The piece's face looked so familiar... She traced the chin as she tried to recall where she had seen these features before, suddenly realizing, "Annette!"

There was a chuckle behind her. The elderly man spoke, "Ah yes... Ms. Delacroix..." He nodded and walked up next to the maid. "She is very good subject... but you..." he pointed to Mindy, "You are subject for today..." He tapped her shoulder lightly before walking off with a finger gesturing to be followed.

Mindy followed politely and was led into a plaster room. There was a work bench with buckets filled with liquids of some sort, splashes of which stained the furniture and the floor. There were stools laid about and an area with a towels in the back and what looked like a shower. The old man gestured for her to approach him. She stood there awkwardly as the man looked her over again. After a while he finally nodded, clapping his hands together. "OK!"

He took her hand and raised them up. Mindy let him pose her and held the position while he adjusted her legs. He stepped back and looked her over before reworking the positioning some more. After a few minutes he was satisfied and she was standing, legs slightly apart, torso turned to the right, left hand over right shoulder, right arm draped down, touching the inner thigh. It was a relatively relaxed pose which he explained that she would have to hold until the plaster dried.

Before the plastering began, she would have to cover herself with the releasing agent though, which she only saw as some sort of blue goop. The old artist carried it in a bucket and led her to the center of the room which was covered with a tarp to catch the drippings. There, the man stood on a step ladder and began pour the substance over the maid's shoulders. As the goop covered her body, Mindy had to rub and spread it around, feeling the slick stuff layering over her skin. She rubbed it over her legs and arms, thankful she didn't have it in her hair which was pinned up. Her face would be captured at a later session and merged with the body.

Finally, all slicked up, Mindy resumed her pose and the artist began covering her up in the body mold. The process didn't take too long, but the drying would take another half hour at least. The old man took his time cleaning up before throwing on a jacket and turning to the exit. Mindy suddenly felt a pang of claustrophobia, "Wait!" she belted out, "You're just going to leave me here?"

The Asian man turned sidelong to the model, "Lady Winthrop's orders... I will be back... "

He walked on as Mindy cried out, "How long?"

There was no response as Mindy heard the door open and close and then was left to silence, standing in the middle of the room. Mindy let out a sight and stood there in the silence, the lack of sleep causing her to doze off, but fearful of ruining the work, had to remain standing.

She didn't if she had fully dozed off or even how long she had been standing when the sound of the door opening jolted her alert again. She craned her neck to see who was coming since she was positioned looking away from the exit.