You needed My help for an art assignment. You offered to pay Me and I accepted because I love art and being compensated to pose. The noise of ink touching sketchbook, the quiet breaths swimming through the mellow air. The longer you draw Me, eyes fixated on My form, the thicker the tension builds between us. My poses are calculated- they are commanding. Can you even hold eye contact with Me? It's obvious that you're intimidated. Keep drawing while I laugh at you and your tightening pants. (close captioned)