Steve blushed, shoulders creeping up around his neck as he thought back on what he'd said, and how it might sound to a complete stranger - a woman he didn't even know. Oh God, he was going about this all wrong, why was she even still talking to him?

And then she asked what kind of modeling the job called for, and Steve sagged. This was always the point where he lost anybody interested in the position. "There is nude modeling involved, for the first month," he explained, his voice turning bland and dull as he recited the deal-breaker that had driven so many people before her off. "After that, underwear and tight-fitted clothing, and then loose clothes with a lot of folds and creases. And yes, the nude section is required, so they understand how different clothing items can change the shape of a body."

Deciding to take one final stab at keeping her around (because she really was perfect for this, aesthetically speaking), Steve added, "but I promise, it's a serious art class; nothing sexual. The door will be closed to keep out the looky-loos, and the students are just there to draw; nobody's going to make passes at you, or anything like that."