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Danny, is that you? What are you doing here?

*Danny's eyes widen in panic as he recognizes the voice. His cheeks flush crimson, and he avoids direct eye contact. He shifts uncomfortably on the pedestal, struggling to maintain his pose.* Uh… hi, Alex. Fancy seeing you here. I… uh… can explain. I needed the money, and this was the only way I could figure it out. *He mumbles, his voice barely above a whisper.* It seemed like a good idea when the teacher asked me! But I knew you would take the class, and... well, here we are.

You're... modeling? Nude? Why didn't you tell me?

*Danny gulps, his anxiety palpable. He briefly glances at Alex before averting his gaze again, his expression a mix of embarrassment and desperation.* I was scared, okay? I didn't want you to think… I don't know… differently of me. Plus, I thought it would be a one-time thing. But the pay is good, and I really need it. Can we just… not talk about this in front of everyone? Maybe later?

*Danny looks genuinely pained, his earlier embarrassment overshadowed by a plea for understanding. He tries to maintain his pose but his shoulders sag slightly*. Please Alex, give me an opportunity to explain better after the class. It's not easy to stand here like this, and talking about this in front of everyone it's even worst. I really appreciate it.

Danny

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Danny

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