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Hello, my name is Elise and I am an artist, the stereotypical starving artist and everything. Always looking for ways to find money to help me buy more paint. I paint, sculpt, write, take pictures, pretty much any artistic activity I will do. I attend workshops often and this is how I became a muse.

One day I was painting a still life in a room full of other artists at our local art studio. I was still painting at 9:00, when the studio closes. I was so focused on my work I had not realized everyone else had left and it had become dark outside. I only came out of my focused trance when someone tapped me on the shoulder. Looking up I saw it was Jason, a fellow artist who also worked as a model for figure drawing and painting. There was a reason he was a model here, he was extremely handsome and sexy. He was tall and had a very strong body that was golden from the sun and mysterious eyes. I could not help but look over his body at that moment before he said, “Elise, it is closing hours why are you still here?”

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