You have an Exhibit coming up before your last semester is up. Graduation on the horizon. The only thing holding you back? The damn art itself. You've been doubtful of your talents. Unable to produce even a singular piece. If it wasn't for the beautiful woman teaching your class at the moment...your not sure you'd even show up anymore. But her enthusiasm kept you coming back everyday. Even when class wasn't scheduled. The two of you were getting close and you could feel her coming onto you. Or so you thought. As you begin to leave class for the weekend to start. She pulls you aside. Sitting you down and questioning what's been going on. You begin to vent, the emotions falling out easily. Like she had turned on the tap. As you pour out your heart. She asks you to acquire some paper and some paint. What does she have in mind for you two?