A Mannequin

"Ann, you're a model, correct?"

Ann nodded.

"Okay. So when I snap my fingers, I want you to become a mannequin that anyone can pose around in anyway they want. Strike a pose you feel comfortable holding for a while."

Jax snapped his fingers and Ann stood up and struck a fancy pose. One hand on her hip, one behind her head, with a smile and flirtatious wink on her face.