As I walked back to the painting room, I could feel the soft and slippery material of the dress glide against my body.
The silky material was cooling to the touch, causing my nipples to get hard. Thankfully, the material was opaque, so it wasn't easy to tell.
I entered the painting room and froze. My eyes were glued to the sight in front of me.
"Lucas! How did you manage to paint it so quickly?!" I exclaimed in shock.
He turned around to see my expression, but froze in place as he looked at me in the dress. The pause was only a moment long before he resumed his normalcy.
"Yeah. I didn't sleep at all last night. In fact, I didn't stop painting since you left all the way until I left to pick you up," he admitted, guiltily.
"What? You stayed up all night painting? No wonder..." I said with surprise.
The portrait in front of me felt like I was looking into a mirror. Lucas was able to perfectly capture every part of me.
