@mabufu
People were dotted across the park’s grassy landscape. Groups of friends sat together and conversed amiably, and those who were alone simply soaked in the sun, some with towels or blankets to lay on, a few even napping. It seemed that everyone thought to enjoy the particularly nice weather this Sunday. Vore was one of them.
As Vore stepped onto the gross, his gaze latched onto a young artist scribbling into a sketchbook. He observed that the artist appeared to be drawing from his surroundings, judging by the way the artist kept looking back up.
Grinning, Vore strode in front of the artist and suddenly plopped his body down, laying on his side. He posed with exuberance, head cocked cutely, hip jut out, and eyelashes fluttering. “Hey, you should draw me! I’m model material!” He stuck one leg up high in the air. “Look at my gesture, this line of action, my voluptuous leg shape. Good, yes?”
