Jubilee gulped, bit her lip, and pretended to be absorbed in the basic line drawing on her pad.
"Maybe if you flexed a little bit? The lighting in here seems ok..." She edged around to get a better view from the front, since the overhead lighting was on that side of her sexy Russian moskovskaya. That's Russian for "sausage". Jubilee had learned that from Piotr at dinner a few weeks before, when sausage was featured in the main dish.
"Yeah, that's good. Thanks, Professor," she said, and started to (shakily) add in musculature to the figure. Jubilee reflected that this lesson was improving her mood immensely. Gosh, she thought, art really can be therapeutic! Poor, delusional Jubilee.