"She did it for a friend."

(Chapter originally by Misayaka at writing.com)

An artist's work was never done.

Yusuke never had been satisfied with his last endeavor at drawing Ann. Of course, she participated... reluctantly. And incompletely. Yet all those layers(and layers) of clothing had been in the way of his true vision. There was nothing perverse in his intention. He was an artist, nothing more or less. The nude was a time-honored form of art, and countless artists throughout the centuries managed to evade thoughtless accusations of deviancy... Yusuke would be no different.

Except the small matter of fact: Ann refused to be naked for the project. He supposed it was to be expected, old-fashioned sentiments of feminine modesty and all... especially among the Japanese.

He sat in his studio, tapping a dry brush against his empty easel. Yusuke had been doing this for almost an hour now. "If I were a super popular, unconventionally beautiful girl in a Japanese school, what would persuade _me _to sacrifice everything for the sake of art?"

Then inspiration struck the artist. He nearly knocked his chair over as he rose to his feet, newly driven by the awakening of a much-needed muse.

Why hadn't he thought of it earlier? Yusuke retrieved his phone, quickly dialed up Ann, and undertook his next method of persuasion... one that couldn't fail.

How was it that he set his plan into motion?