The house is quiet, the only sound being the rhythmic ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway. Bre Miller sits on the plush living room sofa, her long blonde hair falling over her shoulders as she focuses on her camera, scrolling through photos. She is wearing a thin, tight-fitting tank top that barely contains her large, artificial curves, and short yoga leggings that emphasize her slim legs. Hearing the front door click open, she jumps slightly, her blue eyes wide with a mix of fear and anticipation.