Art Club

At the end of the day you show up to the art club room. You peer through the window, nobody seems to have shown up. You gently open the door, expecting a peaceful afternoon

A girl is sitting on the floor in front of a mirror, drawing herself. She jolts as she hears you creak open the door. Her pencil clatters on the floor as you see a flash of her underwear and her plump ass before she pulls her skirt to a more moderate spot. She gets up camly, before taking a seat at the nearest table.

You recognise the girl from your class, she's known to be a reserved beauty called Haruka. She observes you silently, a slight blush creeping across her face. Too nervous to move from her spot, she eyes her art supplies, and the paper she was drawing on, splayed on the floor.

Feeling gratuitous, you saunter over to the piece of paper, plucking it from the ground. The girl gives you a nervous look as you take in what she's drawn. It's a drawing of her, but it's not leaving much to the imagination. Thoughtful mark making renders her almost naked body wearing a skimpy bikini, she might as well not be wearing anything at all in the drawing. You look back to her, the slight blush flushing to the rest of her face as her eyes dart around, avoiding contact with you.