What a lovely ass you have, Anna” he said as he fingered the drape above my ass crack. He adjusted the drape, dragging one finger along my skin and the curved mounds of my ass cheeks. I felt my face flush as he fondled me. I did not answer. It was frightening enough to undress for this artist who had just a few moments ago been a stranger. He was touching me this way within fifteen minutes of me being here.