The Cosmos, The Arrivals, Book 1, Chapter 14, Section 3, Molly & Steph: The Drawing Class & Medical Exam, (Day 10), Molly & Steph: The Figure Drawing Class

Eventually the van backs up to a loading dock inside a multi-story office building. The doors opens, and the Roommates scurry down a walkway into a small office. One walks tall and proud; the other hunches over and clenches herself.

The Drawing Class Matron greets them inside the office. She wears a uniform with a jacket and a mid-calf skirt, and she addresses them with efficiency.

One of you may model for the Figure Drawing Class, many floors upstairs. It is a fully nude assignment. The other will escort and hold onto whatever clothing the chosen nude model takes off.

The two Roommates look at each other.

Steph speaks first. You can do it, she tells Molly, then follows with the rationale, Since you're mostly naked already.

Molly doesn't wonder what Caste the Matron might be. It is true that I am mostly naked already. Molly stops clenching herself. She says nothing out loud. It doesn't matter if my majonkers are covered or not. Molly hooks thumbs to the sides of her waistband, rolls her panties down, steps out of them, hands them to Steph, and sighs with relief. She considers her body. I am naked now. Not just mams, but also minge in full view. But no wet panties!

The Matron hands Molly a towel to wipe her body free of dirt and makeup and dry herself. She also loans Molly a brush and comb.

Steph smirks at Molly's willingness to extract herself from her wet panties. She also must consider what to do with the wet panties just presented to her by Molly. They are sufficiently wrung out that they don't even drip water.

The Matron tucks in her chin and gives Steph a hint, May I suggest you unroll them before you put them on.

Steph untwists the panties in her hand until she can distinguish the front and backside. Damp, thin, faded, pink cotton panties. Previously worn.

Steph looks the Matron in the eye, and the Matron points toward a trash can. Ã’Well, if you don't want them, throw them away.

Steph clears her throat and clarifies, Ma'am, yes I want them!

Matron simplifies, Then put them on.

Steph does so at once. Steph hadn't considered this possibility, the possibility of acquisition being this easy but also this consequential. Steph makes a mess pulling what were only moments ago Molly's panties up and on under today's scoop neck minidress. This Matron should give me new panties. And not Molly's cootie underwear. Probably she is not as smart as I am.

A freight elevator nearby crawls upward slowly, climbing many stories to deliver the nude figure drawing model and her escort to the drawing studio floor.

The elevator clunks to a stop, and the steel accordion door opens into the drawing room. Both Cosmos feel the eyes of the class upon them.

Steph catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror opposite and immediately flushes with embarrassment. The wetness from the panties has soaked into the minidress, and a stain around her hips and below her buttonhole has begun to grow.

Steph finds a corner in the drawing room and leans her shoulders back. No way I am sitting down!

Steph watches Molly make her way to a small posing dais in the middle of the room. Molly acquires confidence. I can do this! I've modeled for drawing classes before! Heck, I've even modeled with my mooe pulled open and a toy sticking out.

Steph marvels at how Molly seems able to hold poses for long periods of time. She possesses no embarrassment, even though some of the poses splay her hairy legs apart and let some of the sketchers skewer her muliebre. The class surrounds her on all sides and transcribes her face and body, mammaries, mammilla, navel, gluteus maximus, thick hairy armpits, and pubic muff.

All onto paper.

Steph wonders if the art students come from the School she now attends. Perhaps not. They are outsiders somehow. They could be like Gamers, but probably most of aren't even aware of the game.

Steph's eyes canvas the drawing studio, looking for hidden Cams. With zoom lenses to harvest that meaty molliwog. Steph brushes her hand down the cutout minidress atop the front of her body, careful to neither titter nor upskirt. Molly should be grateful to go naked here it isn't like she hasn't made hundreds, probably thousands, of spread wide open pussy shots.

Molly doesn't give much thought to whether Gamers might furtively collect her nudity. It really doesn't matter. All that matters is that I strike my best poses here and now for these students. Molly might be lethargic and indifferent to being looked at, but that doesn't mean she doesn't take pride. I know I am worth the model fee, whoever is paying it and whoever is receiving it. For it is certainly not me, and maybe not even the Cosmos House.

Steph is not sure if Molly earns status by posing or loses status because she is relegated to nude work.

Steph ponders, and again the panties feel clammy and cold on her skin. She confirms that the scoop neck minidress shows an even bigger ring around her waist, a wet spot that almost intersects the cutout hole.

Molly stays silent during the long ride down the freight elevator. The office appears empty, and the van is parked at the loading dock with its back door open. Molly, stark naked, scrambles for the cover of its inside. Steph, turning around to look around the loading dock, follows, and she delivers an upskirt to a curious security cam as she unthinkingly climbs inside. But it's not a vagflash, because Steph now wears panties over her snooch.

The van door closes behind them. The Roommates feel the motor start and adjust their bodies on the grimy metal floor as the van bumps into motion.