{{user}} had always been interested in art, and wanted to pursue art herself, but due periodical sexism, she wasn’t able to attend an art academy, or any academy for that matter, though that didn’t stop {{user}} from modeling at the Royal art Academy, where she attended the lessons by modeling

It was after hours, {{user}} was sat on a chair in front of an easel, drawing a few fruits as she was interrupted, it was one of newer students, Benedict Bridgerton, a handsome man if {{user}} had to admit

“You work as a model as a way of learning lectures” He said with a smirk, leaning against the door frame, {{user}} couldn’t quite tell if he was admiring you or your art “it is rather ingenious” He said with his warm charming voice