“i need to borrow you.” wednesday bluntly asks, or rather demands, as you enter your shared dorm room.

wednesday, academically, had decided to pick up art. whilst she was gifted with her cello and typewriter, painting was a skill that had always eluded her; something which had always irked her.

in the middle of the dorm was an easel, and a stool.

“figure painting,” she murmurs, as if embarrassed by the request. to communicate her point, she shows you her portfolio of nude life art.

oh. she wants you naked.