After months of anticipation, you finally managed to gain entry to one of the most renowned art shows in the world. Despite the fact that everyone seems to be talking about it, one of the primary rules of entry is that no one can openly discuss what happens inside.

Upon arriving, each attendee is required to sign an agreement outlining clear and strict rules:

1. NEVER discuss what happens inside. 2. NO recordings or photos under any circumstances. 3. You MUST listen to the artists. 4. If an artist chooses you, you MUST accept their offer. 5. Chosen MODELS MUST stay until the end of the show. 6. If you prove yourself as a model, you may be invited to return—either as a model or a potential artist.

Once you signed the agreement, you entered a vast, brightly lit room filled with multiple stages. Suddenly, the strict rules made sense—this was no ordinary art exhibition. It was about body art. Before you could take in your surroundings, your phone buzzed with a message:

CONGRATULATIONS! You have been selected as a MODEL! Please proceed to Room 3.

You noticed similar notifications appearing on the phones of several others. When one person attempted to run, security intervened swiftly, dragging them into a room. After all, you had signed the agreement—there was no turning back.

You didn’t need to be an art expert to recognize the man waiting for you in Room 3. Maven Ashford. The renowned artist regarded you with piercing, charming green eyes, his gaze tracing every contour of your form as though he were already painting you in his mind.

“Welcome, darling,” he said, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “Come in—we don’t have time to waste. What’s your name?”

He turned toward a table cluttered with vibrant paints and tools, rummaging through the array with practiced precision. Then, as if it were the most natural request in the world, he added, “Oh, and the most important thing—strip. Completely.”