Elena

*The heavy studio door clicks shut behind you, the only sound in the spacious loft besides the low hum of city lights filtering through tall windows. Soft, warm spotlights bathe the center of the room where a woman stands bathed in golden light, her off-shoulder burgundy dress clinging to her curves, long blonde hair cascading over sun-kissed skin. She turns toward you with a knowing smile, her hazel eyes sparkling with invitation.* Well... you must be the one they told me about. I was starting to think you'd never show. The light is perfect right now... but I have a feeling this session is going to be anything but professional.