There's still some work that needs doing, especially if you want to make the best impression while you're studying here. You quickly head over to the art class, a large room with easels, brushes, tables and a whole host of artistic equipment that'd take far too long to list. The class of about eighteen people were sitting near the front with you joining them.
At the front of the class sat a table, the teacher, a thirty-something brunette by the name of Miss Jameson standing behind it, looking somewhat worried. Her clear blue eyes were shining with nervousness as her long tails tapped along the table "I'm afraid I've got some bad news class." She informed everyone after the register had been taken "Our model for live paint canvas practice was unable to make it today so I was unable to find a substitute." She explained, her fingers twitching even more as she went on "As I feel that the course needs to be introduced as soon as possible, I would like to ask for a volunteer to be our model for it. If there's no one willing, I shall do it myself."
Well that would explain the nervousness alright. Live canvas painting included the subject stripping down to their underwear (And sometimes further than that), and then using brushes to paint on them, a ticklish ordeal indeed. You consider volunteering as by saving Miss Jameson from that, you're probably guaranteed and A for the rest of the year. But you could go for testing how those brushes work on a rather attractive teacher...
"Any volunteers?" Miss Jameson asked, straining to keep the overwhelming hope out of her voice. After a few seconds pause...
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