Well, you do want money.

With a short, stiff nod you step inside and past Ben, but keep your nose in the air and cross your arms. Once inside, you reach down and commence your sideways wiggling to pull down the jeans that you just hooked your thumbs into. Ben quickly rushes to close the door, but not before a young couple across the street get a good look at your round behind. Not that you notice. You finish, and step out of your jeans, leaving them in a slump by the door as you walk further into Ben's house and begin work on pulling your shirt over your head. Ben follows shortly behind, eyes glued to what he calls your most Rubenesque feature -- you don't know what a ruben is, but it must be really difficult, because Ben's always working hard to study it.

"So," you say, pulling the top over your head and accidentally mussing your hair a little bit with it, "I need to make a bunch of money so that I can go to Coinpilfer University, so if you could paint me and then give me how much I need that'd be really cool." You turn the corner and head towards Ben's arm studio. White floor, white walls, paintings all over, and a half painted canvas on an easel. You gently place your shirt on the arm of Ben's awesome couch on your way past. The painting on the canvas actually looks a bit like you, if you had a-

Rushing in front of you and pulling a small blue tarp over the easel, a red-faced Ben moves to pull you up your chair and grab a blank canvas. "Woah, slow down there Debbie, Coinpilfer's a uni for Warriors -- and I don't have that kind of money to just give you for this!"

Taking a seat in the chair he just pulled up for you, the one you always sit in when he paints you, you reach behind your back with both hands to unclasp your bra. You always feel weird being naked, even when it's Ben, but he says it's alright, so it must be. "Well, okay, just give me all the money you do have then." You reason.

"Debbie, I'm not going to give you all of my money. I'll give you $45 for this, if you want."

You pause mid-unclasping as you look at him with wide eyes. "YOU HAVE MORE THAN $45?!" You ask, not knowing before that your friend was so set. With the back of your bra unclasped, and your now-colder bare legs crossing over your panties to try to retain at least some heat, you stop short of taking the bra completely off and give Ben a dejected look. Your shoulders slump.

"Going to uni costs more than $45?" you ask, almost begging to be corrected.

Ben's head peeks at you around the new easel he's setting up and placing a blank canvas on, the previous still covered by the blue tarp and now off to the side of the room. He gives you a pitied look, then goes back to setting up the easel. The legs seem to be giving him more trouble than they have any right to.

"Why do you want to go to Warrior uni anyway? Since when have you been interested in that sort of stuff?"

"Since always!" You shout accusingly, sitting up and raising your shoulders back up high. "They're all so cool and helpful and stuff! Who wouldn't want to be like them?"

Ben's head once again peeks out from around the now stable canvas-bearing easel. He has one eyebrow raised. Then, with a sigh, he walks up towards you and helps you pull your bra down and off your arms.

"Listen, odds are, you go there and end up hating it after the first day. But if you really want to do it, I could see about getting you some more money for the other times you modelled for me, and maybe talk to someone about getting you there on a scholarship for -- I mean, you're probably good at something." As your black bra passes your hands, leaving your upper body entirely bare, you instinctively cover your breasts with your arms. But that's right! Ben's a teacher or something! He could probably talk to another teacher dude to get you in on a--

"What's a cool ship?" You ask, tilting your head to the side and furrowing your brow in confusion.

"You pay less."

"That is cool!" Your eyes light up.

"Now, let's get those panties off you and get to work, alright?" Ben asks, gripping your hand, a smile returning to his lips.

"Yeah!" You shout, throwing your arms into the air without any further regard for modesty as Ben walks back over to his canvas.

***

After the painting is all done, Ben hands you $45, and takes some time to properly explain where you can find the rest of the money you'll need to go to university. Looking at the painting makes you feel weird, it's almost lifesize and it's recent, so it's kind of like a mirror that doesn't move. And are your breasts really that big? Anyway! You have business to attend to now! As you proudly strut towards the door, are reminded to put on clothes, and proudly strut towards the door a second time, it's time to...