Get Painted by Yusuke

Ann went silent for a few moments, weighing the options, before letting out a sigh and mumbling something incoherently under her breath.

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch that," Yusuke said.

Ann let out a pained groan, feeling her face heat up before she could even **** the words out. "I said... paint me... please."

Yusuke blinked, not quite believing his ears. "You... really want me to..." His voice was hushed.

"...Please don't make me beg you, Yusuke... this is embarrassing enough as it is."

"No- I would never," Yusuke exclaimed. "I guess... I just assumed you would much rather pursue your friend than... to have me..." Yusuke swallowed a lump that seemed to appear in his throat out of nowhere.

Ann was quiet for a moment and a pregnant silence settled between them. "Of course, I want to go after Shiho... But who knows where she ran off to? Even if I did, I'm not sure I'd be able to catch her," Ann said, hugging herself tighter. "But... if you paint me, I can at least pretend I'm not going home completely naked." She felt her face burning and couldn't bring herself to look in his direction anymore. "You meant it, right?" Ann asked. "When you said you could make the paint look like realistic."

"Absolutely," Yusuke said, voice brimming with confidence. "Fret not. Once I'm finished, no one will be able to notice a thing." Another brief period of quiet settled between them, and, sensing some lingering doubt, Yusuke decided to try to push the point home. "Why, even if you were to give a presentation in front your class, and everyone was staring at you, none of them would be able to tell you were actually-"

"Okay, I get it, thank you," Ann snapped. The situation was bad enough without him making her imagine an even more mortifying one. "A simple 'yes' would have sufficed," she added on, mumbling.

Yusuke cleared his throat. "Uh, right, my apologies." Ann cast him a furtive glance. As far as she could tell, he hadn't even tried to steal a peek at her. Not that it mattered much, considering he was about to get an up close and personal viewing of her every nook and cranny, but she appreciated the effort all the same. Part of her mind decided to remind her just how attentive his gaze could be, thinking back to how easily he could identify all the fake Sayuri paintings by even the most minute detail. Soon he would have every inch of her committed to memory just the same... She felt another tingle pass through her.

"All right," Ann said, feeling flustered, looking anywhere but where Yusuke resided. She clamped one of her arms over her bosom and shoved the other between her legs, trying to hang on to that last modicum of dignity for as long as she could. "Let's... just get this over with."