Sullied Snow Pure White [Izumi, Katori]

"Okay then."

Izumi wasn't ignorant to the briefest of hesitations that her new model had shown but the artist wasn't one to care too much about the why, the fact that Katori had consented to such a thing in the first place was all she needed to satisfy her desire...

to paint.

"So do you want to go back to the barracks? I have a kimono there for you to wear."

She asked, unless Katori was so eager to be painted here and now. Supposedly that was fine by her as well though Realm Enforcement probably wouldn't be happy about that.

There. Easy. Everything is fine, she'd wordlessly assure herself. There was no reason for her to feel discomfort or unease to such an idea, and thus she wouldn't. A serene smile was the only thing she'd give to Izumi - she couldn't show her how she was actually feeling.

"Yes, let's go to the barracks!" She'd cheerfully agree, underlying thoughts and emotions of even the idea of doing it here forcing her suddenly chipper tone, "Public indecency wouldn't go over well."

Illness rolled in at the mere imagining of being nude and vulnerable where others could witness her, but her kind face and relaxed body would smother her thoughts away.

"Sure. Not nervous, right"

She asked while picking up her things and readjusting her shihakusho which was coming loose off her shoulder and risking a bit of public indecency herself. Izumi's mind was elsewere though so once it was fixed she turned to lead in the short distance towards second division's barracks.

Small talk was nice, getting to know someone before you painted them. It was like keeping a sheep settled before the slaughter. A nervous model was less likely to get cold feet and pull out if you talked to them before the act. At least that's what she thought.

A wider smile was forced with that question, the woman waving it off, "Of course not, it's fine."

Her breathing was almost rehearsed and calculated - a few seconds in a few seconds out, an amount of consistency that definitely wasn't typical, her hands kept to her sides as she'd follow Izumi. No, no, if she was so keen-eyed, she definitely noticed her nervous tics - she couldn't entirely brush it off without it sounding strange.

"..Well, honestly I fib a bit," Her soft tone had a degree of strain to it, keeping up with Izumi as they approached 2nd's barracks, "It wouldn't be out of the question to admit that I am a little nervous, yeah?" Lies. "I've never quite found myself presenting in such a way before." Liar.

She would only speak when spoken to, her eyes unusually evasive staring plainly at the ground rather than looking Izumi's way. She had to do this. She had to prove to herself that person was dead, gone, and buried. This would not affect her, this could not affect her, she lived a perfect life with a loving father, after all.

"Interesting, you react differently than a lot of girls that you look like."

She mused out-loud but didn't give Katori a chance to follow the trail of thought that Izumi had, the painter had just rememebred something that would be a lot easier to do now than in her room. She dropped down to the ground and put her hand in the soft dirt, twisting it in the earth before standing back up to face Katori.

Then she put the dirtied hand on her cheek to smudge some dirt on her. A dash across the forehead and Izumi's delicate fingers momentarily being against her throat before moving down towards her breasts and leaving some patches of dirt on that pale white skin.

That pure and pretty canvas that looked umblemished was nice and dirty now like she was some rugged street rat instead of a pretty noble girl.

"..Is that so?" Her tone was unexpectedly sounded much... Flatter, than a moment prior, even as she kept that smile on her face. If anything, her smile would not betray her, it never had prior, even as the woman smeared dirt on her face, stiffening when she unexpectedly touched lower. This would not affect her. This could not affect her. She was fine. A noble girl would sooner react in disgust or disheartening than anything else, but Katori just smiled and tolerated it, her eyes staring hard at the floor as she could only imagine how she looked, it was too familiar an image - no, she couldn't have felt familiarity. That was wrong. This was unfamiliar and new.

She would wordlessly insist upon these thoughts and emotions to herself, keeping herself in line, keeping herself reminded of how unproblematic this should be, following Izumi closely as she'd come inside.

"Hmph, but you react like a lot of other people I've seen too."

She added with a faint smile that presented like it new a lot more than she'd say. Izumi just turned back and dragged her dirtied superior officer along. Past the confused faces as few as they were along the way to her room which was kept relatively out of the way, and once they were in the utter chaos that was the inner sanctuary of the division barracks Izumi looked around for a free space.

"I think the bed looks best, do you want to go over there now and get ready?"

While she let Katori get to work, Izumi made good on rumaging through her pile of fabrics and attires. Deciding on one which would suit the image in her head, turning back to what would hopefully be a naked model after the few minutes it took she thought about if they were the same size. Then remembered that such a thing was pointless if it was just going to be drapped over her shoulders.

"..Is that so?" She didn't even realize she repeated what she said previously, staring at her feet as she walked along, hearing the creak and click of her shoes on the wood flooring. She thought she heard others existing in the hallway, but her mind quickly brushed it away.

It's just settling, she would reassure herself as they approached the room, No one is here but Izumi and I. No one else saw me like this.

Her gaze would finally raise to look at the bed as Izumi pointed it out, the woman nodding with a gentle 'mhmm' as she would walk closer to it, every one of her footsteps feeling as heavy as stone. She held the knot of her Shihakusho, frozen for a moment; it was like her hands didn't want to listen to her, to do that one thing.

She'd expel that held breath and pull the knot open, almost hurriedly removing her dressings and putting them to the side. There wasn't any backing out now, she was fully committed to modelling for this piece. She had to.

"All ready." She'd call out, sitting on the bed and awaiting the kimono for her to model with.

Izumi would be lying if it wasn't so obvious that this woman wasn't even here anymore in mind, everything from her expression to her repetition of the very same words. It was like she had receded inside of herself as a coping mechanism which she couldn't say it was the first time she'd seen it. She'd spent centuries among denizens of the Rukongai to see this same behaviour for one reason or another.

Perfect. The fact it was genuine only made her feel like it would add more to her piece, as she painted. It was ecstatic like a building excitement in her chest and an arousal of the inspiration that drove her muse.

Tossing the kimono to Katori she had initially meaned to drape it over her shoulders and leave the front mostly exposed except cover certain bits to add a little spice to it. She thought however that the way in which Katori garbed herself with the fabric would show her true colours and state right now all the better.

"When you're ready stay perfectly still. I hate to have models that can't sit still."

Her hands reached out to catch the kimono, though it was more from instinct than purpose. She was about to start putting it on correctly, to cover her nudity, to hide her shameful appearance under an article of beauty, but she stopped herself as she was placing an arm through one of the sleeves; she had to appear at least somewhat revealing, that was the original request and she had no intention on violating it, she had no reason to violate it - this was perfectly fine, new, and unfamiliar. She was just nervous of the unfamiliar.

Though she had one arm in one of the sleeves, she would neglect the other, instead having it drape around her arm and mid body along with loosely fitting the other sleeve, leaving her shoulders exposed not much unlike Izumi's had been. She would undo her ponytail, allowing her long pale locks to drape almost messily over her shoulders and along the kimono, like a network of white rivers. Positioning herself on the bed, she would sit on her knees in a loose position, mostly front facing as her hair and kimono would drape the bed's top, staring forward at Izumi,

"Ready!" She'd force herself to sound at least a little thrilled, a smile marking her face as always, as it would never betray. Her eyes, however, proved traitor to her desires.