No good deed as Tom finds his muse

"Thank you!"

Tom waved off the last of the crew who had finished working on the set details before focusing his attention on the screen in front of him. He knew the coin had made some changes when the wish for Sarah to become Amber first occurred, namely that his once side-hobby for photography had become a major career with his name being very popular in the local industry. He admittedly was taken for a surprise since, before the coin, he had dabbled in it as a fun diversion but never really had the money or the renown to getting into it seriously, having to settle for a corporate 9-5 to make the ends meet. Now, as he glanced at the setup in front of him, he definitely knew the perks of being good at his craft.

Hell, perhaps he should stop being so modest: he was damn good.

The warehouse he had found himself standing in front of when he and Monique had returned from the outdoor shoot had been a shock to him, especially once he realized it was his studio and the setup inside was all he needed to nearly collapse on the spot. Layouts, different settings for camera stills and live shots, it was the perfect studio he had imagined and seen in documentaries and film, never once believing it was something he could obtain. He had to admit that he spent several minutes alone just staring around and pinching himself when he first came in. Even now, weeks after, it was still a wonder that he was there.

The day's shots were on the screen as he pulled a chair and sat down. He already knew, from the various photos hanging in the studio and from the models themselves, that he had built up a reputation for tasteful boudoir shots, sometimes bordering on gravure, and he had taken his fair-share of still shots that made it onto...well..."artistic" sites, as Monique put it.

There was the early one, Angelica...

...and then there was Yvonne...

...the last one was fun, Tabitha...

The extensive photo library he had on file told him that quite a few models had chosen him to do their shots, including some that raised an eyebrow or two (mostly because he had seen them and known about them from before the coin, though he had been somewhat embarrassed to disclose how he had...)

A few moments later, his phone rang and he looked at the name on the screen for a few moments before he picked up. "Hello?"

"Hey Tom..."