That afternoon

Kayla ate a small, quick lunch before heading back to the art room, finding her teacher on her laptop in the corner.

Kayla: “Erm, excuse me miss, I’m here.”

Looking up, a bit surprised from not hearing the girl walk in, the teacher smiles.

Teacher: “Ah perfect timing, sorry I was just finishing up some work. Now because you didn’t bring the outfits I requested, I had to make some new plans which.. you might not be the biggest fan of I’m afraid. Now, you don’t HAVE to do this. But according to our agreement, this is worth a test score, so failure to help me with this counts as a failing test score for you.”

Kayla, getting a bit concerned now: “Ye..yeah that’s alright.. what exactly is the plan?”

Teacher: “Well the modeling will be in three stages, one stage an hour, though really will be about fifty minutes each due to your hourly break, you’ll start in your basic school uniform, as you are now, the next hour I will have you strip down to your underwear for some more risqué poses, I already got permission from the school. Finally the last hour will be participant choice between a few options, perhaps your gym clothes, or just a towel.”

Kayla: “what? My underwear? A towel? I.. I can’t do that!”

Teacher: “well as I said, I can’t force you to, but if you don’t I’m afraid I’ll have to fail you”

Gulping, the young girl agrees to the modeling.

(Welp sorry I never got to the actual ENF, but the plan was for Kayla’s final hour to be spent nude, surrounded by her fellow classmates, with the best painting being left on the classroom wall for the rest of the year)