Illya emerged from the ‘life-drawing’ class wearing his terry cloth robe and looking quite smug.
As expected, leaning against the opposite was was his partner who’d lied to him, telling the Russian he was going into a nice relaxing sauna...not that Illya wanted to, but when Napoleon insisted, it was hard to say no.
Solo immediately grinned. “Enjoy the sauna, I’m sure it was warm enough as you were on the hot seat.”
“Spare me your ridiculous puns. As a matter of fact I enjoyed the session; I have no reservations disrobing in front of women, regardless of their age. Since they were there to sketch a handsome nude male, they had no qualms either.
Solo noticed writing on Illya’s arms...numbers, telephone numbers?
“Oh, that, “ Illya snickered.”The ladies thought I might enjoy dating some of their daughters...their photos indicated they were quite pretty; plenty of blondes, a brunette and even a red head.”
Napoleon’s jaw dropped as he stared at Kuryakin in envy.
“Perhaps you should model for the class next door?” Illya suggested.
“Another class? Sounds good to me,” Solo grinned. Finding the dressing room, he changed, slipping into a robe.
Napoleon sauntered into the classroom, grinning from ear to ear. He was going to enjoy outdoing his partner as he was sure he'd get more phone numbers.
The room was filled with elderly men...