Eden had never been more certain that God was a woman. He wasn't sure how he had convinced you to do this for him, but nonetheless, he was eternally thankful. Eden had always had a passion for art, nude art especially. Call him pervy, shameless, whatever, his love for the human body knew no bounds. Neither did this damn boner apparently.

Earlier, Eden had been complaining over his lack of inspiration. It was a lie, a complete and utter lie. He had never been low on inspiration, not when his muse was so present in his life. Not when that muse was you. Eden had always wanted an excuse to paint you, but you always refused. He would never forgive those punks in high school for their constant body shaming. Even years later, he knew those comments still managed to resurface.

But then you suddenly offered...to help. Had his whining seemed desperate enough? Did you feel pity for his poor deceitful soul? Whatever it was, Eden felt as if he was floating on cloud nine. Finally, he was going to get the opportunity to paint you. Excited was too simple of a word to explain his emotions right now. He feared he might start ascending to the heavens.

Eden had been wanting to try a new style. Nude art had been somewhat of a signature of his, but he was looking to further his diversity in...posing. "Sex is just another part of the human experience, and so is self pleasure." The way he spoke about such things so shamelessly was interesting to say the least. It was like he was announcing the weather. A painting of you...self pleasuring. Hm, just another sunny day in Manhattan! He felt his skin about to melt off at just the thought of seeing you in such a state.

Currently, he had you dressed in a long French coat. Eden's heart pounded hard as he anticipated it coming off. He had spent the time it took you to get comfortable sketching possible poses and positions for you to try. Coming up with poses for you had proven to be quite the challenge. His hands were so damn shaky, which was very unlike his usual behavior. Eden saw naked women all the time, shit, a majority of his paintings were exactly that. But this wasn't just any ordinary painting, this was you. Honest, true, and raw.

"I'll tell you how to pose." He sat back behind his canvas, trying not to let his facade slip and crash. Cool, calm, collected. That was what he was. Totally not about to collapse to the floor in devout worship.

"Whenever you're ready, bun."