The body canvas

"Very well." Yusuke said softly. "Let us proceed. Come with me."

Ann took in a breath as she felt the palm of his hand press against her back. The contact was feather light, guiding her forward too softly to be called a push. But for a moment it sent a shock through her nonetheless, and her breath caught in her breath.

"Ann?" Yusuke whispered, a question in his voice.

"R-right." Ann whispered back, moving under his guidance while blushing red. The fuel for her anger was all gone. There was nothing left but the **** embarrassment of her predicament and a strange timidity. It was a familiar feeling. While she had worked as a model for some time she had no experience with still life. When she first modeled before Yusuke (before the artist marred the occasion with threats of lawsuits and demands for nude portraits) she had found herself rather lost in the experience, a child wondering in an unknown world with only the firm words of the enigmatic blue haired boy to guide her. That feeling was back, stronger than ever. She was placing herself in every sense into his hands, and the feeling was both terrifying yet somehow soothing.

Yusuke guided her towards a plastic bench typical of the sort found in the subway. He unrolled what appeared to be yoga matt on the bench. He then turned towards the blushing girl, gesturing towards the makeshift modeling stand.

"If you would kneel, facing away from me. I would like to start with the back." He said. Ann opened her mouth a moment, blushing at the idea of posing in such a way, then swallowed and nodded.

Gingerly she crawled onto the bench, gripping the back rest tightly and resting her head on top of the seat with her bare back and bottom facing the artist. He formed the familiar square with his fingers as he took in the vision before him. Ann blushed a moment later, realizing that by **** of habit she was kneeling in a way that presented her butt rather prominently to the artist...likely along with the sight of her most private place of all! Ann had no idea where the instinct came to stick her lower half out so obscenely, but ever since acquiring her Persona she had fallen into the habit of doing so whether in combat or modeling, and it was always a point of intense embarrassment on the occasions she realized what she was doing.

She glanced behind her shyly for a moment, long enough to confirm Yusuke was indeed blushing like mad. Another tingle ran through her, this one a little more wicked and familiar. The night Yusuke had joined their ranks Ann had in effect played of strip follow the leader with him, discarding her clothes to entice him into the locked room where Madarame kept his forgeries and darker secrets. Despite her anxiety that night there was a twisted jolt of excitement that had run through her every time Yusuke reacted to another item of clothing hitting the floor. And here it was again, now a live wire pulsing through her. She returned his blush. Then her heart skipped another beat as Yusuke closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath, and opened them with a focused resolve as hard as the steel grey of his pupils.

"That was not a swoon!" Ann declared to herself as she quickly turned back around. "I am not swooning over the guy who got me into this mess just cause he's taking this seriously! I'm not getting excited because he's staring. He isn't cute when he blushes. That focused look is hot! I'm not getting turned on by any of this!"

The traitorous tingling in her body disagreed. And it was apparently making a very persuasive argument indeed, if the suspicious rigidity of her nipples and the feeling of moisture between her legs was any indication. Ann blushed in shame. The distant rumble of a subway car sent a wild vision through her of packed commuters thundering past, shocked to see a blonde super model entirely naked sitting in a compromising position.

"Ann?" Yusuke asked.

"Y-Yes!" Ann yelped.

"I will begin with a tracing on your back. I will avoid your more intimate places as much as possible. Please try not to move." Yusuke said matter of factly.

"Okay! Umm...this will wash off, right?" Ann asked.

"Yes. The paint is water soluble. It will resist sweat or other light sprays of moisture, but a dedicate stream will eliminate it. You are but a shower away from removing our masterpiece." Yusuke said wistfully.

Ann blushed crimson, praying he had not noticed her arousal. If he had, he made no indication. Meanwhile, her own traitorous thoughts were wondering in unwelcome directions. All the ways he might do more than simply apply paint to her body. All the place he might touch. Surely he wouldn't do such a thing! But what if he did? What if she asked him to?

All thought stopped suddenly when the pencil made contact with her skin. The contact took her breath away. A new tingle ran along her skin, this one without the erotic overtones but a far more soothing, almost zen like feeling. The sensation of the sharp nub gently gliding over her skin was neither painful nor pleasurable in the usual sense. She wondered if this soothing, intimate feeling was what they meant when they talked about ASMR. It was a nice feeling, and helped her calm down a little. With any luck...

Ann gasped when she felt a hand on her butt cheek.

"Apologies. This will require more intimate contact." Yusuke said briefly.

"Do whatever you need to do." Ann whispered, blushing madly.

His hand was firm and sure, gently cupping her butt cheek as the alien touch of the pencil delicately traced a path along her leg and inner thigh. The hand shifted, and squeezed in a careful, methodical, and confident way, a touch that lingered like fire when he moved on. The pencil work likewise became more intricate and careful, tracing lines across her stomach and under her private places.

"Excuse me a moment..." Yusuke whispered, and Ann gasp as she felt the sensation of a hand towel moving over her inner folds.

"Ahhh!" She moaned, blushing from head to toe. "Y-yusuke, I can explain!"

"My apologies. I will need a dry space to finish the tracings. I had not considered you might sweat in such a intimate area." Yusuke said very carefully.

Ann raised her head, confirming the blush in his cheeks. She hung her head in shame. He was making excuses for her. They both knew very well what was happening to her.

"Y-yeah. Sweat. I'm...feeling really warm right now." She said, blushing in shame.

"I am sorry." Yusuke whispered.

"N-not your fault." Ann whimpered. "Ju-just finish soon, okay?"

"It is done." Yusuke said, breathing softly. "All that is left is your chest."

Fuck.

Ann shifted her position, presenting her large chest for his inspection. Her nipples jutted out, prominent and begging to be touched. The contact was much as it had been on her bottom, firm and deliberate and slow. His touch seemed to tease her, firm enough to make her heart race yet delicate enough for her to hunger for more. His fingers on her nipples were like electricity, yet the earned to be squeezed more firmly and roughly in his grip. By the time he was done she was breathing heavily, red as a tomato and **** to be touched.

"This next part with be faster." Yusuke assured her.

Ann nodded, her head swimming. Yet the moment the brush touched her skin she yelped.

"It tickles!" She whined.

"You need to be still if we are to finish." Yusuke admonished.

"Well...I can't! Just...do what you need to to finish it, dammit." Ann squeeled.

And so he did. Holding her down firmly but without pain, Yusuke engaged in an intensely humiliating torment of Ann's body. Try as she might to squirm, he held her in place as his brush danced along her skin, each stroke inspiring a protest and a giggle. He was never forceful, several times asking if she were uncomfortable or wished to take a break. And yet being naked and restrained and tickle tortured did nothing to ease her humiliation or her arousal.

"It is done." Yusuke said at last, his face as red as Ann herself.

The final product was nothing elaborate. She now 'wore' a small pink sphaghetti strap shirt and blue jean short shorts. But it was masterfully done. Ann stared in the bathroom mirror appraising the end result, casually touching her exposing breast just to make sure she was, in fact, truly naked. Yusuke smiled in satisfaction.

"Did it have to be so skimpy?" Ann asked at last, trying not to think of the intensely erotic experience she had just had.

"It needed to appear tight to be an effective illusion. And for the sake of time the more skin seemingly left exposed the better." Yusuke shrugged. "Shall we go?"