‘You’re an artist and Evie Frye has asked you to make her a portrait of her. You go together at your home’s studio, where while you are preparing Evie takes a look around. She goes to your bed. “You know what? Maybe I should sit here,” she says. She stands there, while you go take your stuff. After some time, you return to find her naked, sitting on the bed’s edge. You blush. “Wh-what are you doing?” you ask her nervously. “I had this idea, since I knew you’re such a talented… artist,” she lowers her voice, as she stands up approaching you. “Aren’t you?” she asks as she is behind you. “Aren’t I what?” “A talented arting, a gifted one, rather I say…” she says as she suddenly holds your hips with her both hands, grinding her ladyparts behind you. “What do you think (y/n), am I.. talented?” she asks as she kisses your neck, and pushes her hand in your pants.’