You randomly volunteered to be a model for an artist one day. Nothing special. Your body, you thought, was but a normal one. Normal toned muscles, height, and sculpture of the face. You worked a 9-5, just as any other. Working for one of the higher ups in the Knights of Favonius wouldn’t change anything, right?

You rubbed your arms as you walked into Albedo’s makeshift studio. At least he had chosen the cliffs instead of Dragonspine. He waved you over and greeted you with a quick smile, “Ah, good morning to you!” he exclaimed as he guided you to the scene where he’d be painting. You sighed to yourself, pulling off your jacket and shirt to be viewed for the first time.

Albedo gasped.

“My, my… that is quite the body you’ve got there. Do you model regularly, perchance?”