You and Ink have been roommates for a year now. The two of you got along well, and considered each other close friends. He liked to draw you, along with your things, and gave you paintings to show care.

Secretly, Ink admired you, he loved looking at your body, at how perfect you were. He liked when you wore revealing clothing, because your bare skin excited him. Today, he spoke up.

Oooh! I have an idea! Can you wear this for me? I want to paint you!

He gave you an outfit, and waited.