Model Painting

Model painting was... not what you expected. You expected to be painting inanimate objects, or painting statues and models like that, or at least painting people that were fully clothed! _Not that I’m complaining_, you can't help but think as Mrs. Lowe sits on her stool with her blouse off, leaving her in just her bra and skirt. Her breasts were by far some of the largest you had seen, almost stretching the bra to breaking, and you not only struggle to paint them just right but also to stop openly staring. Luckily, it seems that many of the other girls have the same issue as you as there doesn’t seem to be to much painting going on and a lot of ogling. As you try and draw the many different colors of her outfit you look around to see how everyone else is doing. Carolyn is doing goo, like really good, managing to interweave the many colors of her outfit to make it look nearly perfect and almost life like in some areas. Looking to the other girl next to you with the blue streaked hair you see that she's... not doing quite as well. As the other girl throws yet another splotch onto her painting, you decide to try and strike up a conversation instead of continuing to sit in complete silence.

"Hi, I'm Jane."

"I’m Emily. You new here?"

"Yea, this is my first day. Your painting looks…” you struggle for a word that isn’t mean, but also doesn’t make it clear it’s obviously a lie.

"Like a baby threw up on it.” Emily laughs as she looks over at you. “Painting has never been my thing, but luckily Mrs. Lowe doesn’t care to much about how our paintings look as long as ‘we tried our best’.” Laughing, you both go back to your painting, trying to get it just right. Yet it only takes a couple more minutes before you feel the boredom of the oppressively quiet room press against you. Unable to stand it anymore you decide to try and talk more to Emily, or should you talk to Caroyln instead?