Stacy sat on her stool, staring at you with her emerald green eyes. She would stare at your body intently and apply the details onto her canvas. You were starting to get sore from the pose and you would move slightly before hearing her stool scrap against the floor. Your head perked up as you saw her cold expression and her walking towards you. You gulped nervously as she placed her hands against you, positioning you herself.

"Make sure to stay still. You're quite fidgetty."