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 Female x Male  BDSM  Romance His Muse (Snowey Owl & Morrigan)

Discussion in 'Roleplay Execution' started by Morrigan, Jun 10, 2018.

  1. Morrigan

    Morrigan Well-Known Member Member

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    @Snowey Owl

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    Name: Stephanie Turner
    Nickname: Stef
    Age: 25
    Occupation: Model
    Personality: Stef is a free spirit. While she almost always is broke or ends up losing the job she has, she is always taking one day at a time. She is impulsive, sometimes even acting a bit reckless. She is a very emotional person, who always tries to put a smile on the ones she loves.
    Background: Stef is born and raised in New York. She was raised by her single mother and while they were poor, Stef had a happy childhood. Her mother was an artist and while Stef didn't inherit her talent, she has always appreciated and respected the work other artists put in their creations. After turning 18 years old, Stef's mother ended up killing herself. Her death was traumatic for Stef and while she is happy today, the memories from that time still haunt her.


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    As any other late evening, New York was still as busy as during any other hours. However, Stephanie Turner was used to it. She had lived in this metropolis for 25 years and for her, the loud noises of different vehicles and people didn't bother her. For her, it was music to her ear and as she walked up the street towards her favorite bar in SoHo, the sound made her feel calm and she was smiling softly as the warm Summer wind hit her skin.

    The bar Stef was visiting was a small bar called The Ear Inn. This old pub has always been a gathering place for Stef and her friends before they head out to party. But tonight, Stef wasn't intending to waste her time dancing for hours. In fact, she really shouldn't be here. Her wallet only contained 20 dollars, which was what she had left for the rest of the month.

    Anyone else would in this situation act reasonable, or at least not waste their money on alcohol. But Stef was optimistic. She had gone through worse and while she may end up with zero dollars at the end of the night, she knew she could turn it around. At the moment, she had three part times job that she was rotating with. While the payment was awful, she had a way to charm her bosses and sometimes even receive an earlier payment than what has been decided.

    Soon, Stef reached the entrance to The Ear Inn. She opened the door and as soon as she entered, she heard familiar voices. "Stef! We are here!" A short, redhead woman was waving her hands from a table. Together with her, a man with a very extraordinary looking hat and a beard was sitting next to her. "Hi, Ann and Jack." Stef greeted them in a cheerful tone. But before she joined them, she gestured that she wanted to order something from the bar.

    The bar was packed, which wasn't uncommon during this time of the day. The three bartenders behind the counter were moving back and forth, taking orders as they also mixed drinks and poured beer. Stef waited for 10 minutes before one of them noticed her.

    "A beer, please." She said and while she waited for the bartender to fix it, she pulled out her wallet from her purse and picked out as much she had to pay for her beverage. After she received her chain, Stef quickly turned around, with her beer in her hand and accidentally, she stumbled into someone.

    "Oh, I'm sorry..." But the accident was already done. Some of her beer had dripped out from her glass and had splashed onto the person's pants and shoes. Stef almost dropped her jaw. "Oh no! This wasn't supposed to happen." She said loudly and looked at the man she had accidentally bumped into. "I'm so sorry. Are you alright?" She asked him and looked up at his face.

    The man in front of her was tall, had dark hair and while he was handsome, he had a certain demeanor that made her feel a bit uncertain. "Sir..." She didn't know why she had called him that, but she wanted to assure he was alright and if there was something she could do about it.
     
  2. Snowey Owl

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    Name: Alistair Harvey
    Nickname: Ali
    Age: 30
    Occupation: Artist
    Personality: He is a control freak and perfectionist. If the slightest thing is not correct about his work or inspiration he will need to change it to make sure it is. Even if it means starting over from the beginning, or goes into a spiral of depression if he can't.
    Background: Ali was born into a loving and caring family. His artistic talents grow from a young age as he would paint with his mother, who herself was a semi-profession artist. Attending art school in London at the age of 18 before moving to new york.
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    The night had fallen over the urban jungle, and it was once again time for the lonely struggling artist to drown his sorrows in a tall cold glass of beer, it was bitting and tasted like piss, but after several years of wondering his chosen home, it seemed that nowhere sold lager. But in the end, it carried out the same job, after all, getting him happy and merry for a few hours... until waking the next morning with his head spinning, throat dry and the taste of vomit lingering on his tongue.

    His struggles were not due to lack of sales, he made enough to pay for his home and fund his other pleasures, but it was due to his mind consistently drawing blanks when it came to coming up with ideas about what to paint, his muse was gone and the work that found its way onto the canvas let a more bitter taste in his mouth then the drinks he forced down his throat every night.

    Tonight's watering hole or starting point anyway was called 'The ear Inn' The venue that was not familiar to Alistair, nor was the attending crowd but the drinks on offer where more than know to the male, in fact looking at the choices as he stood behind a blond woman it seemed that all of the beers on tape he had tried at one point or another during the long nights he had spent drowning his sorrows.

    After scanning the options and finally making the decision in his mind, he needed another form of entertainment as he waited near the crowded. To his enjoyment, the blond who stood in front was exactly that. His eyes wondering her back slowly moving down and falling upon his ass and thighs. Her perky behind more than keeping his occupied through the lengthy wait at the counter. Although it seemed to have been cut short as she turned, moving slightly to the side in an attempt to let her pass but of course she moved the same way, bumping into him sending the foam on top along with the liquid to spill onto his outfit. Wet patches instantly becoming visible, as his blank face changed into an annoyed scowl.

    An annoyed sigh leaving his lips as his eyes quickly flicked up to hers, and his ears picked up on her words, no matter how hard it was to hear her due to the loud pub. His postures straitening making his already hight advantage only look larger. 'Sir'? Really did he look that old?

    "Just look out for where you are going... alright love. Next time you might find someone who gives a shit anymore." His voice far from pleasant as his eyes fall off of hers and shamelessly started to look down her petite tight form. Curves in all the right places, her stomach flat, and breasts seemed to be perky, although that may be due to her bra, either way, it made for a better view for him.

    Alistair should really act more pleasant towards people, but seeing he had just had a random woamns drink spilt over his clothing it was understanable to be pissed off.
     
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  3. Morrigan

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    She understood perfectly well that he was pissed. Or at least annoyed by her clumsiness. She, however, didn't know what to say. She didn't like when she did things like this. She didn't handle embarrassment that well and it only resulted in a mess. But she tried to keep her cool. She took a deep breath, trying her best not to snap back at him. But while she wanted to just say sorry and leave, she was taken by his words and appearance. While he was obviously a very good looking man, she sensed something was off. She inspected his face closely and she spotted a certain vulnerability. The slight bags under his eyes revealed that he didn't sleep that well, perhaps even suffering from insomnia. And when she looked into his eyes, she could read that he was a troubled soul. She had seen this before, though it had been years since she had last witnessed it.

    He was a creative soul. Stef was certain. She couldn't tell though if he was an artist, musician or a writer, but she understood the pain he was hiding. What also revealed his sadness what was just what he had said to her. Next time you might find someone who gives a shit anymore. It hit her hard and for a moment, she was speechless.

    "Sir, I'm very sorry. Is there a way I can repay for this? I really feel bad for ruining your clothes." She told him again and with her empty hand, she touched his shoulder, trying to reach to him. She suddenly forgot why she was here. Her friends were still waiting for her, but they seemed not to be missing her. Instead, Stef felt an urge to get to know this mysterious man. Not because she found him attractive, but because she was worried. His gloominess was shining through and while she maybe gave the impression that she was a weirdo that was interfering someone's privacy, she wanted to know who he was and why he had touched her so deeply by just looking at her.
     
  4. Snowey Owl

    Snowey Owl Well-Known Member Member

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    His eyes glancing up and down her form taking in every inch of her covered body. She was very beautiful, her eyes almost sparkling in the dim light of the bar, but he had already drunk a number of drinks before arriving so it maybe he already tipsy state which made her look better then she did. She seemed worried, almost as she can't read him, unlike anyother person she had met before. Then again Alistair was far from a normal man in these parts. His eyes always remaining blank too give little about him away. No emotion on display or hints about him. His voice no different as it may be fluid yet emotion only came out as he wanted, or in the words, them selfs not his voice.

    Then She spoke, again trying to offer a form of payment for the went soggy clothing which hung around his torse. The white shirt hugging tightly to his stomach, no abs or definition on the show, he was not that type of man. But he was slim, not fat."I have already told you. I don't care... but maybe next time the man will give a shit." His words displayed in a way to suggest a punishment if she was to apologize or offer a repayment for this incident.

    Moving his hand onto hers to then push it aside off her body. "Just get back into your space and buy another drink." This time his words demanding, taking no nonsense from her. Keeping the gloomy punishment feel about them. His fingers gesturing for her to turn around and walk away from the exchange. However, he didn't feel as she would. "Just get back in the spot and get another drink." repeating his words which a darker tone, more demanding tone.
     
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  5. Morrigan

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    She could sense that he was stubborn and didn't want to accept her apology. While Stef realized that he probably was quite tipsy, she couldn't accept his gloomy attitude. As he repeated to her that he didn't care and that he wanted her to leave him alone, she felt her stubbornness grow inside of her. If it had been anyone else, she would probably tell him that she was sorry and leave him alone. But she felt this man wasn't someone else. The way he said "he didn't care" wasn't just of someone who's grumpy that their clothes were ruined. Instead, she could tell he was defeated, that something was bothering him and she couldn't accept it.

    Or rather, she felt the need to help him. When he tried to push her aside, she didn't budge. Instead, she kept herself steady and she stared intensely into his eyes. "Something is wrong with you, I can tell." She said bluntly and with a gentle hand, she reached up to his cheek and carefully, she stroked him with her slender fingers.

    Stef didn't know why she did it and she suddenly felt how this encounter turned intense. But she couldn't help to feel sorry for this stranger. But she suddenly realized what she was doing was inappropriate and she quickly removed her hand from his face. "I'm truly sorry if I have offended you." She told him and glanced down at her feet for a few seconds, almost as if she was trying to hide that she was embarrassed by her herself. "But I feel something is wrong. Not because that I soaked your clothes with beer, but because you aren't feeling well."

    She didn't know how he would react, or if he would decide to just leave her. But she was determined and she decided that she rather would spend her evening helping someone in need, than partying with her friends. "I think we should do this properly." She told him and then, she reached her hand out to him for him to grab and shake. "My name is Stephanie, but everyone tends to call me Stef. What's your name?" She told him with a bright smile and she looked up at him again and tried to keep eye contact with him.
     
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  6. Snowey Owl

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    The artist was far from pleased as the young woman who stood in front of him, refuses to leave him alone. Instead opting to call him out for the depression within him. One not caused by the beer spill not too long about, but caused by his art. His lack of Muse within his life and soul. The already angry face dropping further into a scowl as he felt the woman's soft slender fingers touch his cheek. Her fingers felt southing against his angry cheek, a warmth in his life an intimacy he had not had with anyone for many of year. More intimate than the countless one-night stands, both sober and drunken. But it was short lived as they soon enough fell off his heartless flesh breaking the small moment. The males Icy eyes following the beautiful woman's face as it moved and looked down onto the ground, and back into her eyes as it once again looked up.

    The anger on his face not dropping as she tried to reset the clock and it as if the pair only has just met. An option which Alistair does not enjoy... The first impression is always the most important, and one which he doesn't forget easily, and one which he was sure he would not forget about this woman. His eyes darting down to see her raised hand.

    Reaching out to meet hers, but not taking it as she wanted. Placing his hand on top of the woman's soft flesh only to push it back down to her side. "I am not going to pander to what will make you feel better. Just leave me alone Stephanie..." His voice low and piercing. Moving his hand off hers once it was to her side. Finally a space at the bar becoming free which was not behind this woman so she could not block him off. Pushing between her and the leaving person. Once passed turning his head, shamelessly looking out her ass. Placing his hand on the bar to reserve his space as he continues to enjoy looking at her asset.
     
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  7. Morrigan

    Morrigan Well-Known Member Member

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    Stef finally thought he would oblige her to wish when he reached his hand to meet her own. But instead, he didn't grab her hand for a friendly handshake. Instead, he pushed her hand aside, dismissing it as if she was the last person he ever wanted to touch or encounter again. The blonde woman looked rather disappointed when he finally cleared up that he was refusing her kindness and left her to not only feel stupid but humiliated. Who did he think he was? She thought as she decided to order herself another glass of beer. While Stef tends to be quite cheerful and tries to be very patient, she felt she would follow his advice and just forget about him.

    After she received her other glass of beer, she left the bar and returned to where her friends where. "What took you so long?" Her friend Ann asked her when she finally returns to her seat. Stef started to laugh slightly awkwardly when she explained what happened. "Why do you always end up flirting with assholes?" Jack asked her with a smirk and the three friends started to laugh loudly and then, Stef started to forget about the rude guy and started to enjoy her evening.

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    Ann, Jack, and Stef decided to stay at the bar for the rest of the evening. None of them were in a mood to go out dancing and since "The Ear Inn" had reasonable prices for their drinks, they were still having a fun night together. "Can you buy me another shot?" Stef asked Jack when he stood up to go to the bar again. "Again?" He asked her with a raised eyebrow. Stef wasn't the kind who would keep begging for drinks and therefore he found her behavior quite appalling. "Just one last shot!" She whined with a pout and since he couldn't refuse her puppy eyes, he smiled at her and nodded his head.

    "One last shot for tonight then for all of us!" He said cheerfully and the three of them swayed together towards the bar. The clock was soon reaching 1 am and it was soon time for everyone to take their last orders before they would close. "Three more of these!" Jack said to a bartender, while he showed the tiny glass for him. It seemed the bartender knew exactly what he was asking for and in a minute or two, he returned with three shot glasses of whiskey to the three friends.

    "What should we cheer for?" Stef wondered. The three of them had a golden rule that there always should cheer for something, before taking a glass. It could be anything from someone wearing an outfit that looked good, to someone getting hired for a new job.

    "Hmmm..." Jack considered the options, but was quickly cut off by Ann. "Eh! We cheer for the future, whatever it will be!" She said with a giggle and since all of them were tired and a bit tipsy, they said "cheer" loudly and clinked their glasses together. But when Stef was supposed to sweep her drink, she lost her balance and stumbled backward. She first thought she was about to fall onto the floor and hit her head, but instead, she landed her back head softly on someone's shoulder.

    "Oh! Excuse me, I..." Stef quickly turned around to excuse herself, but she fell silent as soon as she noticed who she had backed into. "You again..." She mumbled as she realized that she had ended up bothering the grumpy man from earlier. I hope he is more cheerful now. She hoped, though she doubted it.
     
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  8. Snowey Owl

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    Alistair shook his head as the blond turned around and took away the view he had of her perky bottom, being tempted to tell her that she would be able to make up for the drink spill by bending over and letting him her his way for the night, but even he was not drunk enough to do that, at least not yet anyway. Turning his head back towards the alcohol shelves behind the bar as the long wait for another drink began. His face slowly falling back to its resting position, not that it seemed any less angry or approachable than the icy cold complexion he had on his milky flesh. The night slowly ticking away and the bar slowly getting a little quieter as the night went on, only making the wait for a drink shorter. Which of course aided the artists want to forget his worries and sorrows at the bottom of each tall frosty pint of beer.

    The night was a strang one for the drunken man, it was not due to lack of woman he spoke with or brought a drink for. It was still normal in that regard as he tries to find something warm to fill his bed for the night... But it was that blond from the start... Was Stephanie it? Not that it really mattered. How did she know he was in pain... not physically but mentally? But better yet why did she care about it and tried to stay around after he told her to fuck off. She just stuck in his mind, every so often his eyes would catch sight of her, although he didn't try to find her or even remember looking in her direction.

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    The night was drawing to a close as he found someone interested in being the warm body next to his own tonight. She was nothing special, maybe a four or five out of ten... But she was slim and had a pussy which was all that mattered to him, not even the slim part by this point. The artist was working his charm, one of the small bit of him which improved with alcohol. One hand on his beer and the other gently touching her waist establishing a physical presence however light.

    Lifting up his hand with the beer in it, up to his lips with the intent to take a sip, the cold glass touching his lips when he gets knocked once again. His body pushing forwards, into the woman standing before him. The glass being knocked over his face and down his still slightly damp shirt, making it cling to his torso, and his nipple hardening due to the cold liquid. The same treatment for the woman in front of him as her dress down wet starts to show off her breasts, not that the men within the bar would be annoyed with it.

    His body twisting around almost instantly to see who had knocked into him, only for his eyes see that blond again... the one who had been stuck within his mind all evening. Why won't she just leave him alone? "You again." Mumbling back, his arm lifting his still dry sleeve up to his face wiping away the liquid which slowly dipped down it. The anger in his eyes and on his face. instantly returning as he looks down upon her... not caring about her friend standing behind her.

    "I can't fucking believe this. It's twice now. It's not enough to ruin my clothing but you want to ruin hers..." His head turning to point at the woman but to find she had walked off. Bringing one hand up before letting it rest on her chin pushing her head up forcing her eyes into his own. "Before you try and act all innocent again and ask how can I repay you." His voice going high pitched to try and sound feminine. Licking his lips as he had already drunk too much to care anymore. "How about bend over so I can fuck that perky ass of yours... That sound fair. Don't you agree?" The males voice keeping the bitter and aggresive tones.
     
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  9. Morrigan

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    Stef couldn't believe it as well. This is the second time. She thought as she noticed a slight chance in the other man's behavior. Later this evening, he had looked so miserable that Stef had felt sorry for him. But now she could tell that he was pretty pissed off and it seemed he wouldn't let it slide now.

    "I can explain..." Stef tried to calm him down, but instead her voice turned weak and she froze up. She hated when people started to yell on her for some reason, especially when it was just an accident. He started to ramble about some woman, but Stef didn't see anyone nearby. Instead, she tried to avoid his intense stare and she decided to turn around and rejoin her friends.

    "I have to go..." She tried to excuse herself, but it was then he took the liberty to grab her face and force her to look into his face.

    She expected the worst. That he would hit her or even humiliate her. She felt that some of the guests that was still here was looking at them and before he continued talking, Stef felt how her friend Ann slided her hand up on her shoulder. "Who is this?" She whispered into her ear, but before Stef got a chance to reply, the man said it.

    Stef couldn't believe it. Her eyes widened and she felt shocked. What did he just say? But her confusion quickly turned into anger. She couldn't let this kind of behavior slide and her opinion on him changed drastically and she took a firmer grip around the shot glass she was still holding.

    "Let me tell you this, dude!" She spat out angrily. "You can have this instead!" Stef shouted and quickly, she took the glass and held it over his head. She then poured the beverage out over him. While the amount was small, it was just another addition to his hideous stentch.

    "Guys, let's go." Stef told to her friends and the three of them rushed out, before the bartenders got a chance to tell them to leave. One of the bartenders went over to Alistair with a concerned look on his face.

    "Unlucky tonight?" The man asked him kindly.
     
  10. Snowey Owl

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    Alistair watched as the glass went over his head, trying to get out of its way, but to no avail and before he knew it the liquid within had been emptied onto his head. The male could feel it starting to drip down his forehead and down the back of his shirt. The anger on his face only growing, his left hand rising to wipe away the liquid from his face. But before he was able to say anything more, or even return the gesture she was walking out of the door.

    "Fuck." He sounded under his breath, the woman he was speaking to had gone, mixed with his current appearance and anger shown he would not be getting lucky. Ignoring the bartender's words turning his back and started the walk back to his home, through the dark dangerous streets of new york city.

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    It has been around a month since that night 'The Ear Inn' Alistair being glad he had not spoken to or seen that woman since, not that had been back to that pub, or even trying to see her once again.

    After having been approached by a local community college he was to attend the art class today. The role which he would be taking is yet to be known, however, based on the letter he was to be sort of a teaching assistant going to each other students, giving tips and advice or criticising the work, knowing himself it would most likely be criticising the work.

    Not taking long to get ready before leaving his home and making his way to the course venue. Arriving at the arranged time, as otherwise, he would be forgoing some of his commision. Taking his seat at the top corner of the room.

    "Thank you for coming today Alistair, our class had been looking at some of your work over the last few weeks, mainly working with your paintings on living beings. And we wanted to get your thoughts on the work they do. So we have arranged for a model to attend." She says before stopping to take a sip of water. "Maybe you could paint her also and then compare their work to your own?" Her voice hesitant since this was not somthing that was asked of him before now.

    Alistair nodded along before slightly cringing at the idea due to his lack of inspiration at the moment. "Ummm Okay. but if I am not happy with my work it will not be shown to the rest of the class. That is a demand if you want me to do this." The teacher quickly agreeing to his terms before going off to set up the room.
     
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    After the events at "The Ear Inn", Stef has only been working her ass off. Her primary job at a 7-Eleven has rescheduled her for fewer hours and therefore Stef has been forced to focus on her two other part-time jobs. One of these jobs wouldn't be technally called a "real" job. Taking care of her neighbor's dog while she is perhaps not something she would call a real profession and since it's not something she often does, she has started to help more and more at the art classes at the college. While she usually only stand in as a model when they have croquis classes, Stef has asked if they would need any other help and she has helped as an assistant for other classes. Compared to her late mother, Stef didn't really inherit any of her talents. But at least she knows how to mix colors to get the correct shade and the difference between oil and acrylic paint.

    Therefore she has ended up working at the college a lot recently and at the end of the month, the school prepared to do a class together with a famous artist. "His name is Alistair Harvey. His art is magnificent!" The art teacher told Stef last week. "He will attend a class next week and I was wondering if you could stand model for it?" She asked her and since Stef will do anything in her might to show her talent, she said yes.

    While this artist would probably not even notice her during the class, Stef felt she would take this opportunity to take a step into becoming a full-time model. It was a very silly thought and while she tried to think about something else while she waited for the day to come, the aspiring model hoped that perhaps this would be her final chance? That she finally would become someone and actually make a name for herself!

    And the day finally came and for once, Stef was early. The class wouldn't start in half an hour and when she rushed into the classroom, the teacher and someone else were there. "Hi! I'm sorry if I'm too early, I was thinking I would prepare myself before the class will..." She was about to drop her yellow shoulder bag onto the floor but stopped when she noticed who was here. She had almost forgotten everything about him and that night. But here he was standing, assume less drunk than now, but Stef was uncertain why someone as rude and pathetic as him would be doing here?

    "Stef, this is Alistair Harvey. Our special guest for the class." The teacher introduced him to her. "And Alistair, this is Stephanie. She will be our model for today."

    I can't believe this is happening. Stef thought angrily, but on the outside, she was smiling widely at him and she was pretending that they haven't met before.
     
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    Alistair had taken a seat next to the teacher's desk, a seat which he had not been in since his time at school. Normally when he was once again getting into trouble, however, this time was not the case, if anything he was more important in this room, right. Being the guest being paid to be here, and the artistic ability and knowledge to teach the class better then what the teacher could actually do. Well, that being in the high opinion of himself, not that anyone would be able to persuade him against the opinion. His head looking down onto his phone, the light from the screen beaming onto his face.

    Looking over his shoulder as a woman's voice bounced around the art studio, A familiar voice for that. The seeing her. The woman from the bar about a month ago. Was she a student? But that idea had been quashed, Alice. (The teacher) walked back over then introduced the pair. She was the model. His eyes look at her, not wanting his work to be bad. If she as a student who cares he could just tear into her, but the model she could do the same back to him. Giving a little smile in order to do try and show no prior meeting before. Reaching out his hand before bringing it to his lips, lightly touching his lips upon it. "Nice to meet you Stef." His voice hiding the lie almost perfectly.

    "I will leave you both to get to know one another... After all, Alistair will be painting you." giving the pair a little nod as she went on her business, leaving the room to gather more materials for the class.

    Alistar's smile leaving his lips now that is was just the pair alone. "You... It had to be you." His words cold as his eyes start looking upon her body, getting a refresher of what the woman looks like, as it had been an amount of time since the last meeting. Slowly walking around her, taking in her body seeing the person which will be his muse today. "You know if you still want to make it up to you. Bending over and letting my fuck that perky little ass of yours is always an option." His words not showing any hint of a joke, and why would it. He was not joking after all.

    Letting his walk around her end once he gets back in front of her, turning his body back towards her. "Don't worry I won't make you look bad. It won't help me, would it? My art would then be bad and I would lose recognition and then my works price will drop." Finally turning away from her. "Ohh and you know why I will sign it and you can have my work... for free. That never happens." A smug grin on his lips as he looks up at her. before looking down back onto his phone.
     
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