Esa turns her head a bit, to get a better look at the black leopard posing a ways off from her. She can take in the graceful shape of her lover any time she wishes, and yet, it's hard to pull her eyes away. As the avatar of Lyssia, the God of Art, Nyvi's body had been slowly shaped to become as a work of art itself, complementing her own natural beauty. She stands in the middle of the town square, working as a model along with her pets. It brings in some good money for the temple, and artists flock to the square to see their display. Summoning the avatar of Nyssia herself to the square is not cheap, but some wealthy artisan is always willing to foot the bill, insisting that their work will never be complete without the aid of the city's most beautiful muses.
Nyvi has such grace and poise that she could be mistaken for a statue herself, timeless and perfect. Esa traces along Nyvi's body with her eyes, following the swell of her breasts and the curve of her hips, down to her perfect cock, slightly firm, but tastefully so. How she maintains that kind of self-control is still a mystery to Esa. She continues down, taking in Nyvi's soft thighs, hiding firm muscles that few would suspect she possessed. Such a perfect body...the artists love to look at her,  but Esa is one of few who is privileged enough to touch, to kiss, to please...her cheeks flush as her own cock starts to twitch -
"Ah...e-excuse me, Miss Esa." She turns her head to see a cat sculpting her image...she'd become so lost in thought that she nearly forgot she was acting as a model herself. The sight of her own image reminds her of how unlovely she is in comparison to Nyvi. A meek little mouse, not quite curvy enough, her breasts a little too small, and a dozen other imperfections she sees in her own form.
"I'll need you to stop moving your head...not that I can blame you." the sculptor says, glancing at Nyvi. "It's hard for anyone to keep their eyes off her, isn't it?" Esa offers a hesitant smile, and the cat clears his throat awkwardly and goes back to his work. "Um. Anyway. Just tilt your head a little to the left for me. Oh, and the way your cock is getting harder like that is quite lovely...could you get fully hard for me?" His hands move down the sculpture to revise something between its legs. Esa's cheeks burn with embarassment, but she tries to focus and give him what he wants. 
Nyvi is out of her sight again, but she can easily summon up her image in her mind. She focuses on how dirty it feels to disturb her perfectly-groomed fur with her greedy hands, filling her lover with a passionate heat that overwhelms the careful composure she shows in public. To see the avatar of art horny and sensitive, her fur marred by sweat, her cock swollen and needy instead of the picture of delicate beauty it usually is when presented to artists - it gives Esa the sense of seeing a deep, intimate secret, a work of art that only Nyvi's lovers are allowed to witness. It doesn't take long before her own cock is almost painfully swollen, precum gathered at the tip.
"That's beautiful." the sculptor says, and she can see that he's blushing a little beneath his fur as well. What the artist sees in her, she wasn't sure - Nyvi is standing right there, after all. Perhaps it's the same thing that Nyvi herself sees in her, though she has yet to understand why her beautiful, perfect lover is so enamoured with her. But she dares not question it, for fear that Nyvi might turn out to be a wonderful dream she's about to wake up from. The thought of losing Nyvi, even briefly settling in her mind, makes her shaft start to deflate a little, and she pushes the unpleasant idea out of her head, recapturing the intimate image she'd been holding in her mind before. She knows that after a long day of modeling, she'll get a chance to make her sexy daydream a reality, and the thought only makes it easier to give the artist the erection he wants.