You suggest Angie try an "art exhibition," but...

In terms of something you can offer the Ultimate Artist, what is there? It's not like you can actually hear the voice of her god, Atua. It's not like you're artistically trained, either. But, maybe there's a perspective you can offer that Angie wouldn't ordinarily get? You ask Angie how much experience she has with displaying her work and receiving criticism.

"Hmm..." She gives the question more thought than you expected, crossing her arms in front of her bikini top and tapping the handle of her paintbrush on her forearm. "What is there to criticize in the direct interpretation of Atua's vision? I don't think the common outsider has much to offer my art! All I do is take my self- put my self to the side- and act as a conduit for His will! Any advice from someone other than Atua would be meaningless, wouldn't it?"

Although she's said this with a big smile and theatrical gestures, it feels like she's thrown your answer back at you. If nobody's ordinary advice means anything to her, why is she so set on getting it from you? You feel an imperative to justify your line of reasoning. You argue to Angie that presenting her art to an audience would allow her to receive input from the many unique perspectives available at the University. Surely, with all the eccentric and strong-willed students presently attending, she'd be able to get some key piece of insight that would unlock a new avenue for growth and expression in her craft. It has to be a more productive idea than simply working alone, only guided by her own singular development...

You pause in your explanation. Angie's started drifting off again, and quite obviously. Her paintbrush has fallen from her hand, and she's peacefully snoring. When your voice lulls, however, her eyes blink open again, and she nods repeatedly. "Yes, yes, as you say! This is a more productive idea. Your words are very boring, Tommy, but behind that very dull veneer is a pearl of wisdom! I'm sure that all of the other words you said propped up your argument nicely," she reassures you, looking as though she thinks you should be very grateful she listened to just the ending. "However! There is an issue," she declares, spreading her arms. She waves them cartoonishly, and you realize she's gesturing at the room at large. "Although my talent is recognized, there are not many such as you who come to Atua's light of their own free will. I believe something is needed that will draw their attention. What could it be, Tommy? I wonder?"

You find it a bit surprising people don't naturally seek out a cute artist creating such amazing works naturally, especially if she offered them "the arm of Atua," but that wouldn't help to say. Instead, you give the simplest idea you can: Angie should turn it into an event with impact. An art exhibition, the likes of which the school had never seen. Angie could create new and experimental works that would surely catch the interest of her peers and display them in a exhibit. That kind of exhibit would bare her artistic soul for all the school to see...

As you ramble on, Angie watches you with cloudy eyes and mutters to herself, as though dreaming. Her words are slurred, and you can only barely make them out because they're your own. "Impact... Exhibition... Bare, for all to see..." Finally, she gasped, and you saw an expression cross her face that you hadn't expected: a look of surprise, accompanied by deep color. "Art exhibitionism! What an idea, Tommy! Maybe that's exactly what I need! Yes, exhibitionist art would showcase both the beauty of Atua and that of his disciple!"

You aren't quite sure what you're hearing. She is talking about the same thing as you, right? An art exhibition?

"Yes, art exhibitionism! Combining Atua's godly splendor with the forbidden fruit of public indecency... Isn't nakedness the true spirit of Atua, after all? When I first came to look upon Atua, why, it was in my birthday suit! How inspired. How divine!" On this catch phrase, Angie clapped her hands together and offered them to the ceiling in prayer. "And here I thought you had no ultimate talent! You're quite brilliant, Tommy! Nyahaha!" No longer looking embarrassed for either of you, Angie lowers her hand (although her arm is still outstretched) and offers you another pat-pat on the head as a reward. "Hey, hey! I've just had a good one, myself! Since I offered you the use of my body, earlier... how would you like to participate in my first ever exhibitionist art exhibit? Atua is already blessing me with so many good ideas! Surely you'll wanna take part?"

Take part?! Hold on! You have major reservations about the direction this is going, anyway, but... taking part in an exhibitionist exhibit?! What does she mean by that, exactly? If she actually does something that breaks the school rules, more than her pride could be at stake!

"As if any punishment could persuade me from creating Atua's latest and greatest masterpiece, nyaha! I'm surprised to hear you worry about a little thing like that. Hmm... Maybe you lack the proper devotion to Atua to participate, after all? Hmm...! Maybe it would be better for me just to do it by myself? I was so sure you would be interested in baring yourself to Atua's design if it was with me, though! C'mon, Tommy! Model with me!" Meaningfully, Angie begins the process of shrugging off her oversized yellow artist's smock, letting it fall to the ground and leaving her in her relatively skimpy bikini top and skirt. She actually looks more comfortable without it, and thrusts her arms up in a high-energy pose that gives her chest a bit of a jiggle. Her big blue eyes seemed to fix yours, following them as if laser-locked to see if they roam anywhere besides her face. "Let us begin, right now! Remember, if you please Atua, the body of his disciple is yours for the taking! Ooooh! Get excited!!"

This woman's pace is hard to keep up with. That said, she seems determined to go through with this, and somehow, you feel like that's your fault. You also feel like whatever she's thinking up, it's going to be something crazy...

Should you take up her offer, and join her for whatever she has planned? A part of you wants to just give in and ignore the consequences.

Should you back out to save your own dignity? You feel like you could probably talk your way out of participating and just be an observer.

Then again, this is your mess to clean up. Maybe you should instead offer to be the only model, and save Angie from the fallout of her rash decision?