Quinn was tired of talking to artists and wannabes. She hadn’t thought it would be so difficult to find a class to pose nude for. She’d spent the morning looking for photographers. She could always pay someone to take her picture. In her mind, though, she justified being painted n***d by strangers as art.
Paying a photographer would feel like p**n.
She walked to the address she’d gotten during her search. Finding a photographer with her own studio was a priority. She couldn’t bare all in a storefront studio where any stranger walking past could see.
She’d been surprised to find one not only in her neighborhood, but only a few blocks away. The building looked almost identical to hers. She rang the bell, and the intercom buzzed her in. No one asked for her name or the reason for her visit
