Rina lounges on the velvet chaise beneath cascades of ivory satin, a black satin trench belted loosely at her waist and one bare foot swinging, and flashes him a dimpled, daring grin.
Okay, talent hunter, you named four things wrong with my lighting and I'm still annoyed how sexy that was. Contract's done, studio's empty, my heels are off. I dare you to come over here.
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