☀️ Arselia and Akonia

After staring at Beata's artwork for a while, Guyon reluctantly got up to get dressed and grab a snack. He reached for the wardrobe but heard a stern shout behind him:
 - Stop!
Startled, Guyon froze in place. Beata snorted.
 - Alright, straighten up and turn around to face me.
 - Fine-e-e-e... - Guyon obeyed.
 - Put your leg forward, and turn slightly to the left... No, the other left, like that... Arm behind your head, chin a bit higher... And smile. There, perfect. Now freeze... Hmm, put your other hand on your hip... Hey, what are you doing, keep going... But not like that, rest it on your side, there, like that. Perfect, now freeze.
 - How much longer do I have to stand here? - Guyon sighed miserably after a few minutes.
 - Wait, you're so impatient! I'm creating art! No, even better — Art!
A little while later, the Art was complete.
 - Here, look, - Beata proudly showed off her brand-new masterpiece to her model.

What I spend my life on...

 - Oh gods... - Guyon groaned. - You'd have been better off painting me naked.
 - That was my favorite outfit!
 - I know! Are you going to remember this dancer costume for the rest of your life now?
 - I will! Did I immortalize it for nothing?!
 - Yeah... Some things just aren't worth immortalizing.
 - Well, it's not like I'd immortalize some bolt in your rear... But this is beautiful. It suits you.
 - You think?
 - Yep. It perfectly highlights your beauty.
 - I feel like it leaves too little, um... room for imagination. After all, a person should have some mystery about them.
 - But there IS a mystery here!
 - And what would that be?
 - How fast I can tear it off you! And whether I should tear it off at all, or maybe...
 - A mystery for the ages, no doubt, - Guyon nodded.