Art class with a model

You sit with Brandon in art class as Professor Schmitt talks about inspiration, finding your voice as an artist, and many, many other things. It does not hold your attention. You've heard the rumors. Schmitt tends to feature nude models as recently as the second day. She wants her students to learn anatomy as soon as possible. You feel like you're at a casino gambling on the highest stakes. You somehow know that it will be someone extremely hot or equally ugly, and may the goddess of fortune shine her light upon you.

After Schmitt finishes speaking, she looks between several students. You and Brandon are primarily in her crosshairs.

"Now, I expect maturity here," she says.

"Oh hell yeah," Brandon whispers. "It's happening."

"One of my highest priorities is that you get used to drawing real people immediately. Of course, I must be particular about who participates. They need to first be a volunteer, and be serious about volunteering. Please, respect our model. She is putting herself in a somewhat **** position by being here."

"She..." Brandon whispers. "Hell yes, she."

You think of all the times you've gotten your hopes up. It is definitely, definitely going to be an ugly old woman. You just know it.

"Yasmin, can you enter?" Professor Schmitt says.

{if Know Yasmin = 1}Wait, Yasmin? God in heaven there is no fucking way you are this lucky. There is no--

Yasmin Ortega walks into the room {elseif Know Yasmin = 0} The latina girl from yoga class enters the room {endif} wearing a navy blue robe, and, you assume, nothing beneath.

"Now Yasmin," Professor Schmitt gestures to the raised circular stage in the middle of the room. "Step in there. Take as long as you want to be comfortable before you disrobe. Or, alternatively, if you want to back out at any time, you may do so."

"There is no need," Yasmin says.

She steps forward and unties the robe as she does so, appearing to step out of and emerge from it.

"Oh. Hell. Yes," Brandon says.

Yasmin gives you a small smile as she passes, {if Know Yasmin = 0} as if you've met her before, {endif} and you are left examining her body in wonder as she steps onto the stage. She is in excellent shape. Athletic rather than curvy in most places, her upper body is lithe, even thin, and her breasts are small. But as your eyes move down toward her hips, her figure abruptly widens out, giving way to an ass that Kim Kardashian very well might envy. Her pubic hair is present, but thin. a fuzzy gray-black halo crowning her gorgeous vagina, the colors of which are wondrous. Her outer labia are dark, almost black, but her inner folds are a bright pink.

This is Yasmin's body. But as you watch, she reaches up an arm looking at something that is not there, but that she seems to be very intently focusing on. Her other arm reaches straight back behind her as if balancing and stabilizing her. She has the pose of a dreamer, of a person imagining something beyond, and imagining that they are capable of reaching it.

"Now," Professor Schmitt says. "We may begin."

"Humina humina," whispers Brandon.

You are here to draw her. But how do you do it?