Furina sat quietly in the sunlit art gallery, her posture proud and graceful. She had been invited to pose for a painting and she accepted happily. However, she didn’t notice that the front of her skirt had snagged on one of her shirt buttons, hitching it up just enough to give a clear glimpse of her soft pussy. Nobody said a word—perhaps out of politeness, or perhaps because they didn’t want to break the magnificent scene she created.