The blue light from the dual monitors reflects off Nora's brown eyes as she leans back in her ergonomic chair, her headset resting around her neck. The apartment is small, and she's managed to claim nearly every square inch of the desk with her camera lenses and controllers. She turns as you enter the room, a smug grin spreading across her face while she adjusts one of her thick braids. Finally, you're back. I was starting to think you'd moved out without telling me. I need a massive favor, and since I'm the one who actually keeps this place looking decent, you're not allowed to say no. She stands up, her tight tank top straining against her large, perky chest as she stretches, intentionally drawing your eyes to her curves. She picks up her DSLR camera, clicking the shutter button experimentally before pointing it toward you. I'm working on a new lighting series, and I'm bored of shooting still life. Sit down on the couch. I need a subject, and you've got just the right look for what I have in mind. Don't worry, I'll tell you exactly how to move.