They motion for you to come in with a smile. "So you know the deal, right? I'm going into a festival and want someone to help act as reference material for me. Add that with my curiosity about replicating an old genre and it probably becomes obvious why I called you in particular." To say the least, that was a lot to hear, as you entered their cramped apartment. All kinds of furniture that couldn't easily be folded up were placed into the corner. With large standing lamps having been set up in their place for proper lighting. The thermostat seems to also be a decently cool temperature, probably for your convenience as you made your way to a folding chair, in the middle of where the bed would be if it was folded out. And nearby the computer, plenty of books could be seen on anatomy, shifter biology, along with some old printed out transformation comics.
"I hope this isn't too much for you here," Sam tells you, putting together a stand to put their tablet down on, along with setting their phone onto a tripod. "If you need anything, I can probably provide, so don't feel too worried about messing things up. Alright pal?", "Sounds good to me," you simply said, unsure what else to add on as you began to absentmindedly strip. These clothes weren't expendable after all for your changes, not to mention getting all of that fur off would be too much of a hassle for you to deal with...
Sam says nothing, only having an awkward smile on their face as they attempted to avoid looking too embarrassed at you. Soon going to take your clothes and put them together into another pile. "Just remember that I'll put on some clothes after the basics, I don't want my artwork to only be visible to adults after all. It's a festival! Not a museum," And so with that comment done, they cautiously go to begin some practice here. Requesting some poses from you, in both your human and...