Excerpt: Body Shop

He had noticed her during his studio painting class. Her skin is snow white, but drawn upon it were symbols, Cyrillic and oriental. Mythic dragons crawled up her arm. Under the hot heat of the lamps hung on a rack that spot lighted ruby her nipples, and the crown of her hair, and the ample of her breasts.
  He concentrated on her curves and traces the black charcoal onto the white page.
That was like the dry hot skin of her body. It was hard for him to concentrate. In his mind, he had prepared to ask her if she would pose for him, for his camera rather. What would it like to get her alone? (In a room, even this studio with out the others prying eyes.)
   The other students were sketching in a circle around her. She is the statue, but not lifeless.
And the images that appear on the pages of the drawing boards were not her exact beauty.