She tried to pose for him but is too embarrassed

Futaba waited anxiously as she watched Yusuke set up his canvas, which took longer than expected. The process was long and way more complicated than Futaba could have expected. So Futaba was stuck naked doing nothing but rubbing her feet together nervously as she stood there in her birthday suit.

“Alright, the canvas is prepared! Now please stand over there for me, Futaba.” Yusuke said, gesturing the nude orange haired woman over to the center of the room.

Futaba slowly shuffled to the center of the room, keeping her breasts and bushy womanhood hidden from Yusuke’s eyes. Her heart was pounding out of her chest, and sweat started to drip down her nude body. She was mortified, especially when Yusuke began to analyze her with his eyes and fingers.

“Could you move a tad bit to the right?” Yusuke asked, holding his hands in front of him to gauge her position on the canvas.

Futaba did as she was told, keeping her own gaze away from him. In her state of undress she couldn’t look Yusuke in the eyes.

“Perfect! Now, I need your arms out like this, making a heart shape with your hands.” Yusuke said as he mimicked the pose he was looking for.

Futaba panicked with her eyes wide. “D-do I gotta? Can’t I pose like this?” Futaba pleaded.

“No.” Yusuke said bluntly, with a cold and unwavering neutral frown on his face. “You covering yourself is not the pose I had in mind.”

Futaba whined softly as she stomped her feet in frustration. “Please? I really don’t want you staring at my boobs and shit.”

Yusuke let out a disappointed sigh before dropping his pencil onto the canvas. Futaba watched as Yusuke stood up and began to walk up to her. Futaba felt a chill down her spine as he approached her.

Yusuke stood close to the nude gamer, placing his hand on her bare shoulder. As he touched her, Futaba could feel a jolt of electricity surge through her body all the way down to her core, a feeling that felt odd but not unpleasant.

“I understand your frustration and adversity towards this, but you need to let go of your shame and concept of humiliation.”

“That’s kinda hard when you’re standing butt ass naked in someone’s house.” Futaba replied, pouting and looking away.

“I get that, but without your cooperation I’m sort of stuck on what to do. Is there any way you might feel comfortable posing for me, Futaba?”