Yes of course!

Days passed, and eventually, the first painting was completed. As usual, the painter packed up and left, and Marie was getting off the bed when she realized that the Prince was still in the room. Trying not to be caught with her shirt open, she glanced at her boss, curious as to why he hadn’t left yet. No sooner had she thought about it than the nobleman stood up and walked toward her with a rather focused expression.

"Is everything okay, Sarzi? Why do you have that look? Did I do something wrong?"

"No, you didn't do anything wrong, Marie, but I have to be honest with you—this painting is only the first. While you were posing, I noticed that you're a natural model, and I'd like to see you in other poses and outfits. You’re beautiful, and you deserve to be admired by future generations, just as I’m admiring you now."

"Thank you," she replied, her tone wavering between shyness and worry, "but what do you mean by other poses and outfits? Do you want me to be painted by that artist again, in more provocative poses? Oh God, would I have to pose naked?"

"Of course, Marie. You have a physique that allows it, and you’re stunning. I also have a very interesting idea for a painting. How would you feel about being tied up? The thought of seeing you naked and bound is quite intriguing to me. Tell me what you think."

Marie turned as red as a tomato. Deep down, she didn’t want to try being that kind of model at all, but she knew she couldn’t say no to her savior. A part of her had felt terribly uncomfortable posing semi-nude, but being naked and tied up would be even worse. However, a small part of her mind was whispering that she didn’t entirely dislike the idea. It would be a safe situation, and the Prince would be there with her, so everything would be fine! This was taking an unexpected turn, and Marie felt extremely uneasy, even though a side of her was telling her she had nothing to lose...

"Okay, Sarzi, I agree to pose, but can we take it gradually? I don’t want to expose myself completely right away. Can I pose in stages?"

The Prince, holding Marie close and realizing just how soft she was, replied while still holding her in his arms, "Thank you, Marie. I know how difficult this must be for you, but I assure you, I’ll be there to watch over you. I’ll be ready to make sure that individual doesn’t do anything inappropriate, but I assure you, you’re not the first woman he’s seen naked. Just like a doctor, he’s used to seeing female nudes. Uh—" realizing he was still embracing her, "you’re so soft, Marie!"

The woman had never been held like this in such a state of undress. Sure, she had the shirt on, but it was open and could easily be taken off. She was embarrassed, and oddly, she felt warmth throughout her body. In this position, all she could reply was, "Thank you… Thank you, Sarzi, it’s just that I’m not wearing a corset!"

At that point, the Prince let her go, trying not to look at that area, but his eyes caught sight of a nipple peeking out from the opening of her shirt. Marie noticed and instinctively ran behind the screen while the nobleman stammered an explanation that he was going to inform the painter of the model’s decision.