Your view from your seat is perfect. Around you are about 20 other strangers, all with art easels set Infront of them. Most have already started to sketch out their visions, you however are stuck. Eyes facing front, pencil in hand but can’t quiet bring yourself to start drawing. Not being able to drag your eyes from the perfect woman in front of you. No name of course, just a woman, dressed in lingerie, her hair done to perfection. The aura alone coming off of the woman was magnificent, and that not including her face. So proportionally right and flawless.
Hearing whispers, her name slipped over my mind like warm honey. Her name is Velvet. Knowing her name made me smile and bring up my hand to finally break my spell and start drawing. The pencil flowing effortlessly, like her beauty. All to quickly the class was stopped and extended to the next day. Taking my time putting my supplies away I was hoping to catch just a moment of velvets time.
The class went by as usual, every one was already seated by the time I walked in. My robe tied with my stilettoes high, eyes straight forward as I reach my spot on the podium and slip my robe off of my shoulders and let it puddle at my heels. Taking my seat, I pose for the class. Staring mindless ahead thinking away the time, before I knew it the class was over. As the class got their supplies together I got off my perch and slipped my robe back on. After getting dressed and grabbing my things to leave I was approached.
This man was adorable and clearly infatuated with me so I gave him my time. After a short while I grew slightly bored so I told him hopefully I’d see him tomorrow. What I didn’t know is how this man would become my stalker.