Capture the next two.

"You may not see her coming. She's a quiet one," Luna says in jest. "Though for once, she won't be hiding in the shadows. Quite the opposite. Our masterful rogue will on display. You probably know already, Kyle, that she's on her way. Such a precious gift you gave her."

And just as she suggested, you can make out the quiet ring of a bell nearing the exit through the curtains. First steps out a pale bare foot into the grass, and then two long legs leading to the body of a scantily clad kitty cat prowling out from her cover to approach the set of the photo shoot, prepared and ready for her arrival. Between her skin and bright white hair, she almost seems to glow beneath the sun, though her image dims beneath the tarp still step up after Amara's turn with the YiivCam.

"Catfolk do it best," Fang says.

"Those of any sort are beautiful in different ways. Bunnyfolk, elves, dwarves, even demons. We all stand within the rainbow of Absoterra."

"Oh. Well, yeah! Listen to me, Luna. I was just being silly. You think I have a preference of race? You can't claim to be a fan of women equal to my calibre without a taste for every flavour. I am so serious. Crossbow to my head, you make me pick a favourite, and I'm taking that bolt. I'll die for the sake of womankind."

"... That's rather intense." She then catches the poor girl waiting rather uncomfortably with one foot upon the set. After clearing her throat, she continues her showcase. "Snow. Catfolk. As you can see, the colour matches her usual style. Black as night. It's a two piece. The bottoms ride high, and encircling her body just below the belly button there's a gap filled in by a material similar to fishnet stockings. Down the center of the top it's cut rather opened, and low, though that same fishnet style acts as a window between her breasts. Can you give us a view of your rear, my dear? I think it looks rather cute from behind."

With pink in her cheeks, Snow does as she's instructed despite the embarrassment. As is the case with her usual attire, it rides up her rear in a way so exposing it's almost like she's wearing nothing. Luna previously explained that the bottoms are worn high, and they certainly are, though there's a rounded slit directly in the center of the back in the perfect position for her long, fluffy white tail to stretch up through. Directly beneath is a dark purple ribbon, clearly styled to appear as a miniature version of what she has started wrapping around the torso of her adventuring garb.

The same is used for a bow tying back her hair just enough for the magic bell to hang from.

Snow looks as cute as a button, as regal as a professional shinobi, and a sexy as a super model, now sitting down upon a cushioned mat set out beneath a low-built table. Said table has a red candle flickering with a warm glow, aided by the studio lights altered to enhance the effect, as well as two porcelain tea cups--one on her side, and the other opposite, as if to invite you to join.

A risque pose isn't necessary. She looks so gorgeous that you can't help but start snapping pictures. As you zoom in, she looks straight back into the lens with an adorably timid expression. Then slowly she smiles, though the blush never fades--sweeter than you could make any cup of tea.

She then speaks up. "The other girls... They had creative ways to stand out. I feel like I'm just sitting here. Yet, I don't know how to showcase what I can do to improve the pictures you're taking."

Luna taps her chin. "I suppose you could strike with your bow, or draw your blade, though that's more cool than it is sexy."

"Snow. You're the most flexible and agile person I've met," you reply. "The way you sneak around already makes for some dynamic poses. The roleplay of the set is that you're having a drink with somebody, but you're also trying to impress them. That's what I'm seeing." You put your eye to the viewfinder and grip the YiiCam firmly. "Impress me."

Snow is a dutiful girl. She's honourable and loyal to a professional degree. To your words, she nods in acceptance. She then looks around herself, nervous yet determined. The colour across her face darkens and spreads as ideas come to her mind. Then finally, she leans back away from the table, sliding one foot beneath it, and then stretches her other high up into the air. After a moment, she pulls it farther. It's good that Luna makes swimsuits to fit properly, because her legs spread so far apart that you catch Fang leaning in, hoping to glimpse a wardrobe malfunction.

It's a beautiful pose, almost like a ballerina. After immortalizing the view by way of magical technology, you watch as she mixes it up further. Now she brings both legs back, pulling them up past her head. It looks kinda funny, and doesn't fit the theme of the set, though you are absolutely not complaining about the view.

Fang whistles. "I'm a catfolk too, and I can't go that far!" She then looks to you with a wink. "But I can get pretty close."

Snow looks behind her to see a prop she nearly missed. It's a sword in its scabbard.

Once it's grabbed for inspection, Fang speaks again. "The weapon was my idea. I know it isn't your sword, but I thought you might benefit from having something big and long to hold onto."

She sits close to the table and looks to the weapon curiously. Then she pulls it up between her legs, squeezing it between her thighs, as she gently caresses the tips of her fingers down the handle. Both hands carefully stroke from hilt to pommel, and down along the scabbard. You get quite a few pictures of that--different zooms, angles, and positions of the kitty's paws.

Fang makes a sudden appearance straight after taking your last shot. You can almost hear the sound of burning rubber. She leans over the side of the table and begins whispering something. As this continues, their voices become louder--still whispered, though it's enough for you to make out their words.

"... a bit much. A lot of people are w-watching. Not just Kyle," Snow says.

"Everyone here has seen you naked, and didn't you hear that the others did? If you want to impress Kyle, you gotta give it a try. I think it'll make for a shot so stunning that he'll keep the print-out forever."

"You think so?" She purses her lips in thought. "O-Okay. I'll do it."

"Great!" She shouts, and dives straight down for Snow's bottoms.

Snow falls back and panics as the other girl slips the bottoms down her legs, and right off her feet. She does her best to cover up. Thankfully, the table helps. With surprising speed, the girl is left half naked, though there is one thing she could use to conceal her pussy from view.

After sitting properly again by the tea table, she places the sheathed sword between her legs just as she was doing moments before. Tough this time, it's far more erotic.

Fang grins from the sidelines. "A thick, girthy sword, pressed against her bare..." Her words wander off, mostly due to her heavy breathing and the licking of her lips.

Snap snap snap snap snap. You're glad you take so many pictures, because you never know what you might catch, and that's rewarded when she briefly readjusts the weapon in her grasp. For just a single second, you know for certain you got the money shot of her pussy just partially exposed--barely visible in the dim, warm glow, but still there as a tease to be found.

Snow's thighs tremble nervously. Soon, she stretches her back and sits straight up, murmuring out, "I th-think that should be enough."

Then as she turns to scramble for her bottoms, you prove that while Snow may be one of the most dexterous people you know, speed is a specialty of yours as well. You manage to snap one shot of the cat crawling away with an eye back towards the camera, with her bare ass completely exposed.

You get the feeling that she did notice by how she glances back in your direction--holding the stare, pink in her cheeks, as if struck in the heart by one of her own succubus-enchanted arrows.

While the set is being changed, you check and adjust the tripod. At the same time, two more succubi--Brizi and Klava--temporary take the YiivCam away, either to be unloaded or recharged, or both.

You look to Luna. Her gaze looms with a deep warmth and unspoken words. By the flick of her lashes, said words may be inappropriate to repeat. You match her energy, and stare back from a distance, silently for a time until you speak up with, "I hope you're next."

She bites her lip. "Oh do you now? Patience is a virtue."

It doesn't take long before everything is ready again.

Many silhouettes still shuffle behind the curtains. More have gone behind, much to Luna's joy. It's likely she made something for everybody, whether they choose to take part or not. She gestures a hand to the entrance and introduces the next model up.

"If we were at the Adventurer's Guild, I assume that jaws would be on the floor. Imagine if you will, you see your hero. A glorious, proud knight, who never backs down from a challenge, who faithfully serves the Empire, who would throw herself into harm's way to save your life, now stands before you without any of that shining armour. In fact, she's hardly clothed at all. How naughty. It's a bit like a forbidden fruit, is it not?"

"She's taken off her limiters!" shouts Fang. "Nyllia always could have done this. She's gorgeous and she knows it. Now that she's willing to walk around in a bikini so casually... I don't know if I can survive living in the same place as her. But you know what, Luna? I'm willing to try."

Luna chuckles. "Lady Nyllia Tesgella. Elf. Feast your eyes upon a swimsuit fit for an angel. As you can see, I chose to layer two colours together. White, and pale gold. The top is shoulderless, wrapping around from her back to front, and buckled together between her chest with a pink metal clasp."

It seems quite natural to her. Nyllia was never one to show herself off in the past. Even after meeting you, her risque behaviour was almost a secret. She'd tease you, but around others, she was mostly the same. Though as she steps towards the photo shoot, she carries herself like a proper super model. At the end of Luna's paragraph, she stops with a hand on her hip. There she poses for a moment, turns to show off the back, and then returns to face you with a smile.

"While you can see that her bottoms match, down to another clasp at her hip, she wears a half-skirt as well," Luna continues. "Partly translucent. A lovely accessory, accentuating her modesty to cover up, yet you can nearly see straight through."

In addition to the swimsuit, you can see a pearl bracelet around her left wrist. In her hair, on the same side, just above her ear, is a column of three, tiny white flowers.

Her hair is done up. Long, pink locks are tied back into a ponytail, bound by another ring of shiny pearls. Though she doesn't wear her hair this way often, it fits her very well. You can't help but stare, not only because of her naturally alluring elven body, but how she's done herself up, and because she's looking you straight in the eyes the entire time, as if to silently ask, "How do you like it?"

In the same way, you answer back, even without words, simply by how you return her gaze.

The swimsuit she wears is shockingly skimpy. That isn't to say it's revealing everything. It's more the fact that even though you've seen Nyllia naked many times now, and even though you're long past the reveal of her hidden nature, it's difficult not to feel surprised when seeing such a famous, valiant paladin showing off her nearly naked body without a hint of concern. There she is, all on display, and she's waiting for you to capture the moment, even if just for yourself.

The layered gold and white straps of her top would slip by the bounce of her walk if they didn't squeeze her bust so firmly. All it would take is a flick of a finger on the clasp between her tits, and the garment would launch from her torso. The swing of her hips causes the half-skirt to waft up to reveal slender legs and thighs all the way to a pair of bottoms that could be removed just as easily.

Sunlight shines down on a table decorated with two plates and empty glasses. Dinner is over. Now her focus is only on you. She sits on a chair turned partly from the table for a better picture. Right away, you start snapping. Everything she does makes for a perfect pose. She's radiant. Confident. You wonder if she's fantasized about doing something like this for awhile--years of practice in her head, even if she thought it would never happen.

Everybody at Castle Phoenix is a hottie in a different way, but there are certain species in Abso that have an inherent perfection to their natural appearance--flawless skin, well-shaped figures, faces you swear were enhanced by cosmetics. This list includes succubi and angels likely at the top, even if polar opposite in many ways, but elves aren't far behind.

With one bare foot, she catches the edge of the table so that she may tilt the chair backwards in a delicate balance. Her head stretches back as she brings her fingers back across the sides of her face and then through her hair. Her arms remain up, and there she allows you to get a number of pics. Admittedly, a couple are zoomed in far more than needed, but there's nothing wrong with having a personal print-out of the view between her tits--the cleavage spotted through the pink metal ring. Nor is it a crime to immortalize her firm, bare stomach.

"You're dangerously good at this," you say from behind the camera.

She smirks. "Well, for that compliment, I will give you something more."

You watch her fingers playfully dance down the side of her body to stop at her hip. She trails them around the metal ring. Then with a flick, she unclasps her bikini bottoms, and as she holds the half-skirt in place, she slips the garment from her body, brings it up behind her head, and then tied it around her ponytail. You can see the hint of a grin as she does this, knowing just how excited she must be making you.

The half-skirt is partly translucent. It isn't like glass. Moreso, it's like Amara's Midnight Gown. You can't really see through it by how she's sitting, yet it's so close. The shape of her pelvis can clearly be seen, and her inner thighs. Though her pussy may not be possible to capture, that doesn't stop you from rapidly snapping pictures in hopes something slips. That, and the tease alone makes for some incredible shots.

She pinches the skirt and lifts it another inch, but not enough to reveal anything. She brings up her other hand and places a finger upon her lips, shushing you. Don't tell anyone. Then after a mischievous smile can't be held back any longer, she lets out a giggle and drops the cover back down.

If the camera could blush, it would be.

"Bravo! Bravo!" Fang applauds from the side. "I didn't even have to step in. Though if I had any notes, I'd say maybe just open the curtains next time. Give us a good look at everything. You know, for science."

Nyllia steps up from her seat, still bottomless, though turns so that the half-skirt continues to (barely) conceal her. As she turns, half her ass swings into view, and you both zoom in and rapidly take as many pictures as you can sneak.

Sneak is probably not the right word. There isn't a chance the view was by accident. That's further clear by when she turns a glance back to you. In one swift motion, she truly tests you reflexes. It only happens for a second. With one finger, she tugs on the middle clasp of her bikini top to reveal just a hint of both her nipples. She winks. But just as quickly, they're covered again, and Nyllia steps behind the wall of curtains.

God I hope I timed that last one right.