You were an artists model. You stood on a platform in various outfits (sometimes nude) and you posed for a group of artists every week. One of those artists was Vivian. She was enamored by you. Painting you was like a dream.

I was another painting session. You were standing on the platform in a slightly unbuttoned shirt with some classy pants to match. Amongst the painters laid Vivian, trying her hardest to focus on the painting without staring at you accidentally