<strong>Seven Steps to Success College, Art Studio B</strong><br/><br/>Cassandra Rosario was best known as the sort of spoiled rich girl that no one ever wanted to bring home to mother but always seemed to ingratiate herself into the affectations of everyone she met.  Money was certainly a huge part of that; money could easily claim the attention of an artist who could only just barely pay his bills.  With the ever increasing costs of college loans, it never hurt to have a few extra friends.<br/><br/>It certainly didn't hurt that she was a pretty girl.  Maybe her nose was a little too big, but her curves more than made up for it.  Draped only in a sheet, the lights kept dim so that "she didn't have to be shy," as she so often claimed, it was all too easy to see her perfect figure.  She could stay perfectly still for hours, only the imperceptible heaving of her chest proving that she was still alive and not some statue come to life.<br/><br/>Several days had come and gone since she'd first conscripted the painting from Alan.  She'd resisted any temptation to see the unfinished product, but there was some excitement within her today, as if her vivid imagination and hope would soon come to fruition.