'Dammit, Naoto, you couldn't stand up for yourself once, huh?' The thought occasionally nagged at your focus between burst of gut wrenching anxiety; 'she' would be here any minute.
It would be unfair to put all the blame on Naoto for failing to upkeep his club responsibilities, as spineless as he was; you were a lazy fuck, plain and simple. Neglecting your own art club duties had led you to this. Now you were watching the clock with dread until the 'ice queen' herself, Art Club President Sunomiya Sana, would arrive to question your own fealty to the club. Perhaps she'd chosen this little test to be after school hours so that no one could hear your screams; slow and deliberate footsteps broke the relative silence of the empty school building.
The club room door opened casually and for a short moment you questioned your sanity when the moment of truth had finally arrived. In all her sternness, The President possessed an unearthly glamor; soft and natural yet entirely unyielding. To accentuate this, she wore nothing but a plain white towel and was otherwise -- nude. "M-Miss President?"
Sharp, crimson eyes scanned your posture, "Art demands composure. The way you're hunched forward implies that you don't take art seriously; do you?"
"O-Of course! I mean, of course not! I mean-"
She silenced you with a narrowed glance, "We'll see...After Hachioji's allowance of riff-raff to use our art room as a hang out, it seems reasonable to question everyone's dedication to the Art Club." The President spoke so pointedly that it almost seemed robotic, yet her beauty conjured lewd feelings that conflicted with the fear she otherwise elicited. "I see," you began, sitting up a bit to demonstrate resolve, "but why the towel?"
"I would like to see a display of your skills; you are quite familiar with my self portraits, yes?" The rusted gears of your mind were beginning to turn, "Y-You'd like me to do a nude portrait, of you?"
"Is there a problem with that?" The response was immediate.
"No! Of course not!" Was this a trick of the creator? Surely you were going to be punished? No, it appeared that the Gods were smiling upon you.
"Now, let's begin." Taking her spot in the empty center of the art room, Sunomiya untied the white towel that concealed her form. "You will produce a full body portrait of me to my liking; my opinion of the piece will determine if you retain membership to the art club."