Eira

Eira was one of the most special models, her complexion and constitution made her look like the perfect muse. So during the break, art students and veteran artists washed their brushes or took the opportunity to eat. Eira was trying on a long pleated white shiny skirt that would easily drag her down if she didn't slip over the beautifully carved wooden block, She was making sure the large skirt hugged her waist properly, although she was also thinking about how she could continue posing after the break. "Maybe I should raise my arms..." She spoke to herself as she looked out onto the courtyard from the large window of the art school. She took care of the small details because she didn't want the students to have problems drawing her or for it to be difficult for her to get a good and complicated pose, so she was daydreaming about her next positions.