Samantha yawned and stretched as she entered her tent, exhausted as it was only her and Chrom at the war council and the two had to double up on their work load. She found it puzzling, considering Frederick would never miss a meeting, seeing as he still didn't trust her, but he apparently had some 'important task' to handle. She couldn't even begin to guess what would be more important than to keep an eye on her and make sure Chrom was safe, but didn't bother to even try. Although it was hectic, working alone with Chrom was relaxing in a way.
Sighing as she dropped her scrolls, map and tomes onto her work table, she prepared to take a seat, but the sudden image of a stark naked man's lower half meeting her eye level sent her stumbling backwards, her face heating up in embarrassment as she let out a squeal. She tried to not look back at it, but curiosity got the best of her and she peaked, jaw dropping when she realized it was a painting of Chrom, posed rather boldly, with the words 'Chrom Wants You!' written on the bottom.
Clearly it was meant as some kind of way to inspire troops in war time, or rope in new recruits or something of that nature, but the tactician slapped a palm against her forehead, feeling awful that the first thing that came to mind is if he really did look like that disrobed.
If the situation couldn't get anymore awkward, she heard ragged breathing approaching her tent, and there stood the man on the poster at her tent flap. Their eyes locked briefly before Chrom noticed the obvious embarrassment and looked towards where the woman was once facing, noticing the poster and quickly exiting in horror, leaving behind a string of colorful words.
In the end, she was able to put the pieces together and figured out that was the 'important task' Frederick had to take care of. The tactician also took the poster down and hid it in a tome for 'reference', claiming to have disposed of it. Eventually she'd discover that it was drawn a bit too closely to scale after a bathing incident or two.