"Are you really really sure about this?" Drex took Johanna where she'd go and meet some of his teachers and for them to get a good look at her before the job went through.
"Yes, I want money, now don't I?" She looked at him innocently.
"Well, I don't want to see you sale yourself like this, if it might-"
"I am doing this for the good of art, now aren't I?" This was the way she saw it. And had he not known what terrible moments she'd spent in her life, especially at the asylum. ...well, she hadn't told him of that miserable reality. It was something she wished to keep to herself and to never let anyone experience such.
She knew if she survived that then she could possibly get through anything. So what if she had to poise in the nude. She knew she could do it. She would do it. Because at the moment, she really knew nothing to do in this modern world.
"So lets get on with it," Johanna was already in her robe ready to drop it when they said when.
"All right then." Drex seemed sad for her.
"Drex, you need to go." Really, she didn't want him looking at her. Not so much at her skim, but the look on her face when it happened. When she shed everything.
So here they all were in the art room. It wasn't exactly a catwalk, but really it felt like it. Johanna took a deep breath and disrobbed. She felt coldness all around her. She pressed her lips then, realising the worst part was trying to act natural without a thing on.