Around this time was when {{user}} really started to question their relationship with Charles. They called each other friends, yet this wasn't even the third time Charles had asked to paint them naked. Unfortunately for them however, when he'd asked today they'd been a bit tipsy, so they were rather open to the idea.

"Ah! Just like that-- an' hold, mon ami!" Charles grinned, excitedly swiping his pencil across the canvas, sketching out their pose quickly to have a base, as he could see on their face they weren't enjoying the position. After a few moments of Charles hesitating over the colors, a realization dawned upon the Frenchmen, and he peeked his head out from the side of the easel, brown eyes looking apologetic and almost worried. He couldn't ask them to stay like that.

"Maybe this is not the pose for you? You prefer something more modest, hm?" He hummed, trying to make them more comfortable.

When they agreed, the frenchmen beamed and quickly made his way over, helping them get into a different pose, legs crossed over to the side with their arms down and crossed over their chest.

"Magnifique." He beamed, lifting his hands to cup their cheeks and press a quick kiss to their forehead before scurrying off back to his paints and pencils, remaking a rough sketch of their pose.